Viola giggles. "That's one way of putting it. But I assure you, the mountain town I live in is perfectly gloomy enough for enough days." It should also be noted that there's not a trace of sarcasm. Viola does like her dark settings apparently. "My parents were worrywarts. In a time where human trust of changelings is only recently turning around, they forbade me from leaving the house without them. Not until I learned how to perfect a human guise."

She flicked her arms backward, and her feathers retracted, and her scaly legs shifted back into human form. "Fortunately, I mastered this when I was ten. Most changelings capable of this struggle with it during their teenage years still."