You heard a tap on your window as you were in your room, knowing instantly who it was. Nimona was hanging just outside your open window, pink bat like wings sprouting from her back as if she just landed there, clinging to the sill and wall as she poked her head into you room.

The wings wouldve surprised anyone, had they not known nimona was a shapeshifter, and were it not you being her friend of almost a year now.