Ultimately like this style better if people would like more of a flashback style i will make an official Place Called Home Alt. where it's more as it happens in real time but for now Lilrin is telling her story and interacting with Nick.

Thank you for your reviews, especially when the this chapter came out. i hadn't realized that i didn't upload it correctly, been really busy and proof that after 12+ years on this site i don't know how to do much more than read.

Ch.1 Anyone Who Looks At Me Knows That I Am Just A Rolling Stone

"That's a way to draw someone into a story, Doll," Nick said, rolling his shoulders and casting a sidelong glance at her as he dug through her fabric, outfits and toys.

"One tries one's best," Rin, reached for a pair of fingerless gloves to hold back her long wool as she picked up her mandolin and playing a melodic song.

"That was my whole life. My Ma was probably never meant to be a mother. No offense but even a fox… ANY mammal has to understand enough about bunny culture to understand the implications of that statement."

He could tell as soon as she said "No offense" she was getting anxious. It was the phrase that raised the fur on anyone. It just could be a problematic phrase or the mammal saying it could be problematic. "Yeah. I get it."

"Something inside her knew it as well, I guess. Lucky she had such small litters. Sugar and I were her first. She had come to the decision that the first one born would be adopted out. Lucky me, I was the second one to be born. I honestly don't know when she decided to keep me. I am pretty sure the reason was she had already given up something that was hers."

Nick stared at her. Not at one point had the music stopped. How could someone grow up like that? If he hadn't had his mother's support and love… what would have become of him?

"I mean I know she had to love me in her own way, but I was always treated so different from my youngest siblings. There were always excuses. Ma always said that since the day I opened my cold eyes that I was glaring at her. Judging her. I was a frigid kit. I would grow up to be cold as I looked, with my pure white wool the color of the coldest snow and my Arctic blue eyes. A plain looking doe with heighty eyes would be lucky if any buck ever wanted to be with me. Only family would ever care for me."

"What the rut," Nick said. He didn't know how anyone could grow up like that. Looking at her he wondered how much of that she believed. She was far from cold. He wouldn't exactly call her plain looking. "So… about that dream?"

" I grew up in Podunk and bunny conservative. Ya'know: Rabbits are everyone's victims: Predators are out to get you, it's natural, larger Prey will trample you, smaller Prey will set you up to be the target. The meek will inherit the Earth, be fruitful, etc., etc, etc. I hated it. I always wanted to be a lot of things when I was a kid. Most of them impossible, like being a superhero like in the comic books. But, my ideal life was that of an adventurer. "

"Dreaming of escape must have been common for you," Nick sighed. It was understandable. He wanted to know how she got from Point A to Point Zootopia.

"Actually," Rin shrugged, "you'd be surprised how little I associated my dream with my home life. I mean, I guess it has some… but I just never do. I grew up with my nose in books. I was a big nerd, still am. I love science and history and the place where they both intersect. I wanted to study Archeology and Anthropology. I was the 'black sheep' of the family. I tried to do what I could to make Ma happy but usually I just ended up always being closed in my room with my music, books, comics, T.V and crafting.

"I lived that way until I was 18. I graduated high school. A week after graduation Sugar contacted us. We met a week after that." Rin lit up as she talked about her twin brother.

"Yeah? What was that like?"

"You've heard of those stories when twins reunite, right? It was just like that. We found we had the same interests in music, similar view of the world. He calls me Rinpunzel," Rin beamed. "I have 8 siblings. He's the only one I ever felt was family all my life. He'd come to visit us periodically so I stayed for another year.

"I spent the year figuring out what I was going to do. I wasn't bad at school, I got good grades because I liked it. It had been an escape. That said, I knew I couldn't spend years in school like that again. Learn the things I wanted to learn paws on. I wanted to experience the world. If my younger siblings wanted to go to school there would be some more money for them to go where they want or travel. I worked hard making crafts, saving up from my wool I sold.

"One night, I went to a concert of one of my favorite bands… Lynx'n Park. When I got home, Ma was livid. Everyone had known for weeks that I was going to the concert. But she was angry and abusive as ever. I decided I had to leave that night. If I didn't I would forgive her and I'd stay… like I always did. I knew if I didn't leave then I never would."