After my mom died, I never expected to be cared for. Even before, few showed me kindness. The mistreatment in my placements and my years on the streets solidified my place in this world. And, if I was going to be alone, I had to learn to survive. I quickly became the best little pickpocket in Rosen Springs, surpassing the ones before me. Little did I know, I'd be meeting the previous record holder. He, along with his two chosen brothers, caught me, hand in pocket and belongings stolen. In that moment, I thought I targeted the wrong man. And, now? Well, this Little may have found her home with three Daddies, each so different from the next and yet, all so kind. Well, kind towards me.
There's a new saying in this town: Hell hath no furry like the Daddy of a scorned Little.