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*From high above a towering white figure moves*

My, aren't you a curious creature to brave weather on a night like this... I do fear you'll catch your death of cold.

*gasps quietly and stumbles a few quick steps back*

Oh, he-hello. Um... I'm really alright, thank you.

Hello.

*She chuckles, ears flicker as she tilts her head, leaning down to peer close down with large gold eyes, a large cloudlike tail drifts above, sheltering the small mouse from the driving rain.*

I should hope so, but a mouse does not brave the night and the rain for a small matter...

*takes another uncomfortable step back, wringing her small paws nervously* No, I-I was only - My son, he's gone...

*Surprised, twin gold suns draw back and ears lop in concern*

Gone, miss? Vanished or wandered away from the burrow?

*her ears droop slightly, shakes her head* I'm not sure... He's just... gone.

Goodness!

*She blinks and ears pin, terribly worried for the mouse*

Where will you begin, little mother? For the field and night is long and you are only one mouse.

*she shakes her head* I-I don't know, but I've got to try. I can't just leave him out here all alone.

Well c'mon then, miss--

*Rising to stand on all fours in determination, her tail still shielding the small mouse, she smiles*

I'll help you search for your boy. Wouldn't be a fox worth her tails who doesn't help a little mother in need...

Mrs. actually. Mrs. Brisby.

*smiles* Oh, thank you. Thank you so much.

You're welcome, Mrs. Brisby. Your name is well-known to forest-folk. I am called Kit.

Now let's see...

*Easily peering over the tall grass, she looks one way then the other, acutely surveying the field for signs of movement*

Any place or adventure your boy might head towards?

*eyes widen* Oh my God, tiny...li'l...awww!

Hey, do you want a napkin to dry off on or something?

*moves the dripping fur out of her eyes, offering a small, uncertain smile* Oh, yes, that would be wonderful. Thank you.

*digs in his pockets, then shrugs and just tears off a square of his hankie for her.* No problem, Miss. You must deal with a lot of us giant people around here...

Huh. He has wings.

*smiles and shakes her head* Not as much as you might think. Humans don't seem to like mice very much.

Bah, depends on the human. Besides, I'm only half human, so I'm a little weird. *is shading himself from the rain with one wing*

My name's Morgan. Is everything ok? A mouse could drown in this weather.

Oh, I don't think so.

I'm Mrs. Brisby. *her ears droop slightly* I'm not really sure. I-I'm looking for my son.

Uhoh, that's bad--and I don't imagine you can catch his scent in all this rain.

Well, first off...have a mousie-sized umbrella. *he pulls the smallest flight-feather possible off his wing and hands it over* Mine are waterproofed, a bit like duck feathers.

Second, what adventurous, tempting-to-a-little-mouse-boy things do you have around where you live?

*strokes the feather with a paw* Oh, thank you. You're far too generous, sir.

*shakes her head* It could be anything but I suppose... The first thing that comes to mind is Dragon.

It's no trouble.

Dragon?