Isabelle suddenly sat up, startled. She quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her hands--delicate hands, padded at the palms and fingertips, but long-fingered and precise.<br/><br/>"Oh!" She squeaked, standing up and brushing herself off. She wore a cute, loosely fitted sweater with a plunging neckline and a skirt down to her knees. Her feet--more like paws, really, padded softly on the floor of the office as she stumbled over the chair, flustered. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't hear the door! Please, come in! Well---I mean I guess you're already in... Please sit down!"<br/><br/>As she scurried about, trying to hide the messy stacks of papers, she almost forgot that the stranger had asked her a question.<br/><br/>"Oh! And yes, this is Faunaville!" She shoved the papers awkwardly into a drawer and whirled to face the brown-haired man. She studied his face curiously and sniffed the air in his direction on instinct. "Where are my manners? I'm Isabelle...the uh..." She meant to say "Mayor's secretary" but she caught herself when she remembered that was no longer her title.<em>There is no mayor....</em>She thought sadly. "Um... Just Isabelle...."<br/><br/>She offered her hand to the brown-haired man and unconsciously wagged her tail.