Dormice, Fantasy

Dormice were cute, adorable, and enchanting--everything she was not. Unless you used "enchanting" in the other sense of the word. That's why they were her default form whenever she was startled or forced to 'mute into something else. No hero worth his salt would ever hurt such a tiny, helpless, adorable creature. Little girls would protect her and feed her. Only a real dastard would hurt a dormouse, and most of those would recognize her for what she truly was and steer clear. Nope, in a storming-the-castle-type situation, a dormouse was a fantastic choice! It was somewhat less so when what had startled her was her familiar. The raven croaked laughter and--


Inspiration: Cute Overload, because OMGCEEYYYUUTE!
Story Potential: Low
Notes: Funny premise, no story.