Executive Realness - Wil Frozendagger - 10.02.21
Feb 19, 2021 18:47:55 GMT
Igrainne (RETIRED), Jamie J, and 2 more like this
Post by Wil Frozendagger on Feb 19, 2021 18:47:55 GMT
Water flowed from the bowl on the table into the air and formed a thin sheet at the behest of Wil's magic, becoming a mirror by which he could look at himself for the first time since the makeover show. He turned from side to side, taking in his look, still much the same yet elevated somewhat, now that he bothered to wash his mantle and polished his armour. He even washed his face, which he never usually remembered to do, even considering how easy it was for him. There was a glint of determination in his eye, as if he had just realised a new truth.
"You know, I really like what you've done with the old mane." He said out loud to the fluid figure left standing on the table, running his hands through the new braids in his long, black strands of hair.
"Really?" The Water Guardian queried with genuine surprise. "I just panicked after realising it was an aesthetics thing and let us be honest, you're not exactly... no, I shouldn't-"
Wil waved a hand at the statement. "Don't worry, I get it, I get it. I guess I wasn't thinking as hard about my image as I thought."
"You do know how to make an entrance though, although I do wish it would involve less property damage."
"Look, she asked for dramatic and I gave just that, those are just the consequences!" Wil exclaimed. "Still, I do know how to make myself known. It's just like storytelling really. You have to control your own narrative. Put your best foot forward. I hope Aurelia learned a thing or two about that."
The Water Guardian nodded in approval. "I wasn't aware you could be sentimental, that was quite the speech you gave back there."
Wil didn't even bother to retort. "I've been where she is. Not with nearly that much power or responsibility, but I know that place. You give too much of yourself to everything and everyone around you and soon you start forgetting who you are. You can only identify yourself by the way you help other people. You chain your identity to that and you'll never be able to stop moving and you'll always be missing something. No, you have to leave something in reserve, some space, some time for yourself, free from everything else. Keep a piece of your soul within you, plant your feet in the ground and say 'this is who I am'. Most people can't tell you a thing about Aurelia besides the fact that she keeps the town moving and she works too hard. What I saw was endless generosity, intense curiosity and a firm sense of justice. That is the Aurelia that everyone deserves to see, that's the Aurelia that she deserves to be, if only she'd do more for herself. When that piece of your soul shines through, that's more beautiful and powerful than any makeover can do for you."
The elemental had been listening intently at first but was now looking at Wil quizzically. "Wil, is it my imagination or have you grown fond of Aurelia?"
Wil took a second to digest the statement before reeling back.
"What? By the Wavemother, no! At least, I don't think so... Look, all I wanted to say was that you need to relax and give yourself some space and- why would you even say that?! Why do you always have to get weird with me? We're never talking about this again, and I'm going for a drink!"
"You know, I really like what you've done with the old mane." He said out loud to the fluid figure left standing on the table, running his hands through the new braids in his long, black strands of hair.
"Really?" The Water Guardian queried with genuine surprise. "I just panicked after realising it was an aesthetics thing and let us be honest, you're not exactly... no, I shouldn't-"
Wil waved a hand at the statement. "Don't worry, I get it, I get it. I guess I wasn't thinking as hard about my image as I thought."
"You do know how to make an entrance though, although I do wish it would involve less property damage."
"Look, she asked for dramatic and I gave just that, those are just the consequences!" Wil exclaimed. "Still, I do know how to make myself known. It's just like storytelling really. You have to control your own narrative. Put your best foot forward. I hope Aurelia learned a thing or two about that."
The Water Guardian nodded in approval. "I wasn't aware you could be sentimental, that was quite the speech you gave back there."
Wil didn't even bother to retort. "I've been where she is. Not with nearly that much power or responsibility, but I know that place. You give too much of yourself to everything and everyone around you and soon you start forgetting who you are. You can only identify yourself by the way you help other people. You chain your identity to that and you'll never be able to stop moving and you'll always be missing something. No, you have to leave something in reserve, some space, some time for yourself, free from everything else. Keep a piece of your soul within you, plant your feet in the ground and say 'this is who I am'. Most people can't tell you a thing about Aurelia besides the fact that she keeps the town moving and she works too hard. What I saw was endless generosity, intense curiosity and a firm sense of justice. That is the Aurelia that everyone deserves to see, that's the Aurelia that she deserves to be, if only she'd do more for herself. When that piece of your soul shines through, that's more beautiful and powerful than any makeover can do for you."
The elemental had been listening intently at first but was now looking at Wil quizzically. "Wil, is it my imagination or have you grown fond of Aurelia?"
Wil took a second to digest the statement before reeling back.
"What? By the Wavemother, no! At least, I don't think so... Look, all I wanted to say was that you need to relax and give yourself some space and- why would you even say that?! Why do you always have to get weird with me? We're never talking about this again, and I'm going for a drink!"
