star_kingdom | Where am I?

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Ah-haa!

[The screen flashes to life much to the surprise of the tiny mouse holding the device. As she recoils she throws the object away from her body. The jettisoned piece of technology tumbles through the air, eventually coming to a sudden jostling stop on the pavement just in time to capture video of the mouse disappearing around the corner of a building.
A moment later she timidly peeks back around but the thing doesn‘t seem to be following her…
Taking small little hops forward while carefully sniffing the air for danger the little brown mouse cautiously makes her way back to where the object has come to a rest. ]

ah… Hello… [A pause as she attempts to compose herself a little. ] I’m Mrs. Brisby.

[Her voice gains a touch of confidence but still remains soft as she becomes more accustomed to speaking to this odd glowing stone. ]
I seem to have lost my way. I need to get back to my home… its near the big stone in the garden.
Please, could some one tell me how to get back there?

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The stone? [Could that be the necklace she was wearing-- or something entirely different? The necklace looked innocuous, and while there was a stone affixed to it.. how could it have caused such damage. He couldn't help but feel like she was leaving something out. He was about to inquire further when she brought up her children. He felt a slight knot forming in his stomach. He hadn't meant to have drawn up such unpleasantness.]

I-- well... I'm sure they are quite-- [Basil's attempts to be reassuring were quite unsuccessful. He wasn't sure what happened to those that were left behind]

[He wanted to flat out refuse her requests, doubting that her children were here and knowing that Mrs. Bristol couldn't afford his regular consulting fee-- but with that look.. and that sincerity in her voice. He had a sort of weakness for such cases, when clients became emotional like this... Taking a deep breath he offered her the kindest smile he could muster]

I will look into it Mrs. Bristle. I will need complete descriptions of them, don't leave out any details that may help to differentiate them from the local population.

[She brightens almost immediately… and completely misses the ‘Mrs. Bristle’ bit, finding her children was so much more important! ]

Oh, thank you! Thank you so much!

[Wiping her eyes she tries to settle into giving the requested descriptions. ]

Teresa is my oldest daughter she is only a little shorter than I am and usually wears a large pink ribbon tied into a bow on her head. She has light brown fur. Martin is my oldest son… he is very spirited… and he has a tuft of grey fur on his head that sometimes gets into his brown eyes. Cynthia is another daughter. She has pale almost yellow fur and usually wears a green bow around her waist. And Timothy, we also call him Timmy, he is my youngest. He is the smallest and has grey fur. He should be recovering from and illness…

[Unless this situation has made it worse again. No, no thoughts like that… not right now. ]

I have been told they might have been sent here too. Oh, I do hope you can find them!

[The mood shift is a relief. He's really not sure what to do with someone when they are so upset.... course this is how he ends up taking on such missing persons cases]

There's no need to thank me, dear lady. It's the least I can do.

[Woah woah woah... slow down there. He listens intently to all the descriptions. They still aren't much to go on.. but the children should be looking for their mother as well. An-- illness? In the midst of all this.]

Any scars, birthmarks? Any other distinguishing features?

Should I run across anyone that matches your descriptions you will be the first to know.

[Distinguishing features… she thinks hard before settling on. ]

Oh, they can read. My husband taught them… before he… [Trails off softly. ]

But, they really are very good at reading. Much better than I am.
[This is very unusual in her world. Even if he said not to…]

Thank you again. That’s very kind of you.

I take it that being able to read is uncommon where you reside.

[He took pause once more when she trailed off. Basil didn't seem to be able to avoid touchy subjects]
My condolences.

Think nothing of it. [He doesn't think he'll be able to find them. Individuals seem to trickle in one at a time..]