༉ fluttering flakes of snow pirouetted in the sky - tinted rose by the stained glass lamp situated next to the window. twinkling stars were painted upon her bed, which soared above the floor, having been dragged up to the window. her blossom pink fur caught the warm yellow beam of the room’s lighting, illuminating her fur perfectly. the seraphic reverie herself smirked. she had claimed the optimal position for gazing through the glass. her azure oculets mirrored the sky, vision sinking past the window. perhaps she would find nick and laura soon. star in another video. of course it was her which basked in the limelight. the most frequently filmed felidae of her litter. born to perform. yet there was something sylv was forgetting. of course there was. whimsical trances snapping into place, radiating that one word. labels. sighing, with her usual dramatic flair, she redirected her sight, to her reflection. sugar-white fur, with pools of cherry pink. mirrored clouded starry eyes glistening like the empyrean. a scent of jasmine and vanilla, laced with blossom, from the scented candles. that was her, wasn’t it? at least, that was her exterior. wasn’t there more on the inside? yes, yes, that’s what it was time to address. she needed to stop getting distracted. labels. hadn’t she had a conversation with a cat, a while back about labels? he was an explorer, she was an actor! she was the bestest sibling, and she was pink. she was a pokémon - a sylveon. she, she, she. this was how self-discovery worked. sylveon paused, waiting for the cascade of realisation. yet the only connotations the word brought were of blurry memories. of snow, and blushing sunlight, and her and eevs, and lace, and bree. very snowy, the word ‘she’ was. graceful illusions of magic. yes, it was a very snowy word. but just that. perhaps it was time to move on. what came next? there were so many, and so little time. xe? wait no, it was ‘he’ that succeeded ‘she’. that was it. “he.” her mew was light as the dawn sky, flickering with ethereal briskness. pausing for a second, she contemplated the word. ‘he’ was floral, with a sort of dusky pink gleam. the evening. again, just a word. 'fae' was watching the stars at night. it was the blanket of drowsy comfort that was brought by the pirouetting spectacle of starlight. 'xi' was dazzling spectacles of performance. being filmed, and the spotlight that ought to illuminate her. the glorious limelight. 'sae' was the sun. a midsummer glow gracing the world with its light. 'they' was the water. tranquil and cool against her paw. swirling and mesmerising, yet so powerful. “ey, aer, xe, ze, vae, fai.” words, words, words, words. sylveon shifted her gaze from the reflection, hissing slightly. a pulse of irritation rippled through her silken coat. these were just words. just.. words. painted in a myriad of colours, and dusted by light itself. euphonious, and graceful, perhaps. but still just words. clearly too highly revered. possibly their bejewelled glory was only a veil, masking the fact that they were literally. just. words. what was so special?! all her envisionings of a blissful epiphany were just ridiculous illusions. this was stupid. —————— maybe i’m just self-inserting, but i could never understand how people could figure out gender so easily. so sylvi’s struggling to grasp the concept! especially of pronouns, as of right now. gender arc, yay! (/nsarc) her increasing irritation with gender due to her own lack of enlightenment will definitely make her more snappy, and pompously rejecting the concept, declaring in a defiant tone that pronouns are just ‘glorified words’. she’s just sylveon, and always will be. sylv will be experimenting with different pronouns, using them whenever the setting, or mood matches her mental 'image' of the word. (the first gender srp of many, because gender is confusing lol. she’ll eventually discover that she’s pomogender.)
