Wilding Springs. My bedroom, pink fluffy pillows and sparkly chandelier and soft floof carpet and all. Seriously? How did I end up here, surrounded by the trinkets and important nothings of my youth when the world I knew was nothing compared to the person I'd become?

I paced my room, angry, only growing angrier. And no, not at Creator. This wasn't Trill's fault, not really. She made me for a necessity. I got that. If I was going to be totally honest? She didn't even make me. ...