🌿- Outside home, she was always little bit on her toes, wasn’t she. Clutching the cape around her frail figure, while trying to seem determined as she approached the creaking doors. Ears and gaze perked towards shadows, her hand resting against handle of a needle she had picked before leaving the tailor, she seemed to be in the middle of surprise and relief upon seeing figure whose fur was in a contrasted mix of light and black tones - Like a shadow cast against him. A mouse! What a strike of luck it must have been, to be introduced with another of her kin, around her age - possibly.
❝ What is a mouse doing in a place like this...? ❞ she asked, as if the question wasn’t strange, coming from a mouse herself.