10/14/2024
She is Sweet Julie Dewdrop, she was caught in the morning mist with nothing to do but wait for the rising sun to dry and warm her wings. Then she can take flight.
She’s no stranger to water — she remembers her pre-transformed youth when she gloried in swimming the marsh waters that now spawn the mosquitoes that feed her.
It’s okay to wait. The sun is emerging from behind the low clouds even now, and she’s safe under the eave of your roof.