Little Bit of This. Little Bit of That.

Once again Scylla had snuck away. She was small and crafty and had a knack for knowing just when the grown ups were distracted enough to not notice her. Then she dissolved like a breath on the wind. Gone and off to get into trouble. That should have been her middle name, really. It wasn't that she particularly wanted to get into trouble, but the things that she wanted to do were seen as trouble. She wanted to see things and learn things and see what was inside of things. The girls little, wiggly digits made it easy to pull things apart.

As the long tailed child sat on the beach, trying to pull a crab out of its shell, the very waves seemed to wash a glowing creature towards her. The crab was instantly dropped and forgotten, scuttling away quickly. The striped girl stepped towards the waves, her mismatched eyes narrowed as she observed. Rising from the water... was herself. Scylla released a soft sound of alarm and took a step backwards. A mirror image of herself, glowing brightly, pranced out of the waves. Her mouth set in a hard line, the tiny princess refused to run, but she was thoroughly confused.

"Scylla Klein"