Birth
Sometimes, she tries to find when this all began, this dry-mouthed, heart-fluttering whirlwind romance she's caught in. There must've been some sort've beginning, a nervous giggle or the brush of a idle wingtip.
But the longer she searches, the less it seems to exist. It's like her life has always been singing telegrams in the morning and juggling eggs in the afternoon. Like they've always been together, and just didn't know it.
Eventually, Dash decides she doesn't care. It's a new life, like being born. You don't remember anything before it happens.
But you have more fun once it does.