So, she escaped from the circus.
Okay, so it wasn’t, like… Escaping from chains or anything. It was the family business, and she just… Well, she felt like she was destined for something more. Her father, being adopted as a young lad, had little remembrance of what his mother had been like. He was just as shocked as his wife when their daughter arrived with those tiny little wings. Well, maybe not just as shocked.
“I always thought any child of mine would be unique!” he would say. “You made your mother laugh on your way, you know… out. It was, er-ehm… More of a pained giggle, perhaps? Well, it was as close to a laugh any mother in labor has ever had, to be sure! And it was unique...”