You're excited to see your friends tonight. There's an important announcement you have to make. But, you don't really get to share your excitement once you find your friends. The others laugh at you when you show up to Carnival. Your dresses don't fit you right any more, and until you can go get that fixed you're stuck with a skirt awkwardly above your ankles and sleeves that are now too short and a little tight. You didn't laugh at how floppy Roserd's ears are, or how ridiculous Metsim's fangs look. You act like you couldn't care less, head held high as you walk past your troupe. It's not like you can help that you're a head taller than most of them, or how fast you grow.
They won't be snickering for long though, you know that's certain as soon as you reach the subjug in charge of your religious education. There's been a slight change of plan. You tug on his sleeve, smiling as kindly as possible when he turns to you. The other kids quiet down, good. You fold your arms behind your back, half-looking towards your rude friends. "Brother, The Messiahs have blessed me with chucklevoodoos". He asks if you'd be able to demonstrate. You nod, and look at your friends, who are mostly quiet now. "Yes, but I'd need a volunteer". The subjug grins and follows your gaze to the group. "Hey, come on over, we've got something to see".