Time passed by too quickly. Seasons came and went and before Aurelia knew it, things were changing.....SHE was changing. Getting older didn't seem like such a big deal to her at first until she met Yin at the library. Seeing the poor girl in such a frazzle over trying to decide what she wanted to be when she grew up had surprised the nixie and had gotten her thinking; what DID she want to be when she grew up? What did she want to do? What did she like to do? She had been helping Yin and Amity to make lists of their favorite hobbies or activities and then match those with things that incorporated those hobbies. It seemed so easy at first....but it got harder.Aurelia sat beneath a tree in the gardens, watching the leaves rustling in the breeze in their beautiful new colors. She couldn't stop thinking about what she could do with what she enjoyed doing. She loved making things up...dreaming up new ideas....making up stories in her head....and best of all, make-believe. She knew that there were a lot of things she could do with those things alone and that was part of the problem; there were too many options and Aurelia could be indecisive. She loved to write but she didn't want to write books. Her experience with auditioning for a play was fun, despite the unpleasant interaction with the naga girl she had auditioned with, and she adored reading plays and trying to act them out. At times she even found herself making up scenes to add in, having to write them down so she didn't forget. She even followed the format that play scripts were written in, just so it felt like it all went together fluidly. Sometimes she would get so caught up in writing her new scenes that she would forget about the play she was writing them for.
The nixie blinked as it seemed a switch had finally flipped in her mind; writing plays! She enjoyed plays so much and loved writing out scenes....so why not write entire plays? She could make up her own stories, produce them and watch them come to life on the stage. The thought of this happening made her frills flutter a bit and that was all the sign she needed; Aurelia was going to be a playwrite.
