[private] we're the wild ones

[Chel]

c h e l The girl yawned and stretched her baby-wings that were still covered in feathers far too small to carry her weight, much to her chagrin. The movement startled her butterflies, though, who stirred and fluttered around the girl.  Save for the one that rested right on the tip of her nose. And it tickled. The girl froze as the tiny butterfly feet danced between her nostrils. She wrinkled her baby skin to try to get it to depart immediately but the creature continued the tortuous dance. Chel was practically vibrating with the effort of containing herself.  The filly squeezed her topaz eyes shut but finally, the sneeze that seemed to build from her tiny hooves all the way to her fuzzy ears finally erupted - launching the butterfly skyward to its brethren.  She shook her head to clear the behemoth sneeze and her topaz eyes fluttered back open.  She looked down at her hooves to find…paws.  The sneeze had triggered a shift, so like her Ma, instead of equine-Chel there stood jaguar-Chel. ”UGH DAMNIT NOT AGAIN!” she exclaimed - filled to the brim with childhood angst -  before slamming her mouth shut, having realized what she said. Panic set in as she frantically looked around to see which of her parents had heard this particular exclamation. “Oops,” she added, sheepishly, looking up at her Ma, awaiting judgment.