There is a story of a girl; ANY

[Felicitey]

She had come into this world rolling and tumbling. Her momma had seemed upset when she had noticed that not everything was as it seemed. She had learned in the last week that it was harder to hear out of her left ear than it was her other, and maybe the fact that she seemed to have trouble refraining from transforming into her golden lion cub form (it's not like she can control it, right now). Thanks to Dexter, however, it didn't seem to throw off her balance as much as it had her first couple steps into life. Her companion, a small brown and gold monkey, sat comfortably in the small of her shoulder blades keeping more of his weight towards her left side. He had spent most of their time together being her hearing and support.

Felicitey reached back and gave the small capuchin a compassionate nudge followed by a toothy lopsided grin. "Let's go have some fun" she said adjusting her golden, brown tipped wings to offset her questionable balance as she set off at an awkward trot towards some piled brush. Her mother had given her some space today and she planned to take full advantage, maybe make some friends other than Dexter?

felicitey

who do you think you are? collecting your jar of hearts.

Short starter but if anyone would like to hang out with Felicitey she's ready to make friends (: