at night the ice weasels come...

Having apparently hit puberty sometime in the last few weeks I would like to introduce you all to my daemon Artemidoris in her final fixed form as an ermine. During my childhood she was (when I noticed) an ocelot, a wolf, and a raven ["Ohhh! Bright Shiny Things!"] before settling on the best of all possible forms. About 2.6% of the world's known daemon population are ermines, eminently proving that they make up in quality what they may lack in quantity. Apparently you all believe that I am Modest [?], Inquisitive, Solitary, Humble and Fickle, and possess (or soon will possess) a beautiful white coat.