<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Ravi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Name</strong>: Dormouse<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Side Street<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: <em>Cat, Hare, Anybody else who feels like eavesdropping in the vicinity.</em><br/><br/><br/>The frown, the chastising had her pulling back further; mean man, cruel man. She didn't have to be friendly to big looming men that was a promise, was a thing she knew in her heart. Don't have to be nice. Be vocal, speak when unhappy. Tell, tell the protector. So hard it was, with her meek little voice, with the fear that made her heart race, the shivers that made her stomach clench. Her lips compressed, unhappy, unwanting of this attention.<br/><br/>Yet Cat, her Kitty Cat scolded her and she started to cry all over again, softer this time, gentle tears, shushed ones. That tone. That sharpness. The look in the eyes. She felt like she was going to be sick. <br/><br/>Stomach churned, clenched and twisted, round and round, clammy skin, aching skin, slick skin, oh no oh no oh no. Trembles came, faster and she felt unable to breath, to think, gasp, air, air was needed. Hatter. Who was Hatter? She didn't want to meet anyone new, didn't want to cry even though she couldn't seem to stop. She wasn't mean. She was afraid, wary, and meek. The pinch earned a yelp, a sharp sweet sound of protest, soft though, in utterance, trembling just as her limbs were. Smarting pain, enough to make her thrash, to close her eyes and whimper as she dissolved into pure tremors and shakes, hardly able to breathe. <br/><br/>"I....no.....please...please oh please oh please oh please...." Soft little voice, begging, pleading, panicked. <br/><br/>Grey gold eyes glazed over, seeing some inner place, some inner torment and she started to rock. Some connection was broken there inside, some part of her balking at saying she was sorry to a man, big man, bad man, tall man, silver tongued man. <em>'Never say you are sorry for your emotions little love'</em> she remembered that, soft hands, smoothing, a gentle kiss to her forehead. Comfort, safety. But not here. Not safe here. Must go away, away, away, far away from it, fade away inside, into the walls, into the flowers that waved their delicate heads. Fold self up tight, tight and tighter, a small little bundle of girl, small enough to ignore, to be uninteresting. <br/><br/>Retreat, that's the Mouse did, pulling back within herself tightly until there came no more tears only a blank wide eyed look, vacant as the hearts of those in this world. Those with hearts didn't last long. She felt too much, too deep. So make self smaller, fit into that tiny, dark space so deep within her that nothing else mattered. She shook still, atremble, and breathing panicked raced. </span></span>