<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Ravi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Name</strong>: Dormouse<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Lost<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: <em>Mock.</em><br/><br/><br/>There had been the belief that nothing would reassure her, would settle her down, that this was a stranger and therefore <em>bad</em> and <em>dangerous</em> most certainly. Yet incredulous grey eyes with flecks of gold watched as he backed himself into a corner, seeming as afraid as she herself was. Shyly head rose, shimmering hair shifting around her features and lips compressed ever so slightly so they did not tremble as she observed him. He didn't seem to be scary, not like the Hare. <br/><br/>She loathed the Hare.  But this was not the Hare. What is was she didn't know and there was a flash of inquisitive light in her eyes before she could think to hide her gaze. <br/><br/>When he unfolded himself and slowly moved towards she shrank back into the corner as far as she could go, her neck hard against it and eyes wide, fixed, wary, pleading. <em>don't hurt me</em> they begged, tears clinging to the tips of her lashes and sparkling rather absurdly like out of the place diamonds. She had been running. She had been screaming, though Dori could have sworn that had been inside her own head not aloud. Don't scream aloud, it was the wrong thing to do. Gathered too much attention. And she was still afraid. Her teeth appeared, pressing down into the lushness of her lower lip when he gained so close to her, shaking with the effort not to bolt though when he sat, when he leaned, he had her quiet caged in. <br/><br/>"Right... rightness is nice..." Such a lame attempt at speech, conversation but she wasn't good at talking to others. That was Cat, Kit, Kitty Cat. Who was not here. Not here, not there, not anywhere. Mouse was alone; and oh how she loathed it. More then the Hare. <br/><br/>His question made her blink in surprise, and those tears poised so softly upon her lashes found there release, escaping to track cooling down her cheeks and summon another shiver. The petite Mouse sniffled and then jerkily nodded, her expression anguished. "I got lost... or was left... lost left, I don't know but I loath to be alone. And there was the Hare," That summoned a fresh wave of tears with interest and she kept shaking, nearly violently now, yearning for something soothing, something grounding. Cuddles. Touch. But he was a stranger, she had not his name, it was not proper but there was <em>no</em> Cat and so no one to do introductions or to speak for her.  She squeaked in dismay.</span></span>