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The sky was bleak today.

Afon Wysg was walking through the ruin, sighing as she explored her wonder. So far, she didn't know where on Earth her wonder was, besides 'Somewhere in Wales'. And Afon had worked that out by the fact the second half of their name was allergic to vowels.

Very Allergic. The knight finally found a ruined wall fell and Afon sighed before looking skyward, watching clouds roill, thick and heavy with rain. It fit their mood really. Mostly because they weren't sure what to think as their hand rest on their chest.

Afon was always binding when powered. They avoided spending excessive time powered to be safe but the page still wasn't sure what toi feel. Binding made them look masculine, and...

That.. Really was the problem.

Afon's mother tries to browbeat them into femininity when they acted masculine. It was one reason they were put in foster care, despite their uncle Kenji protesting his neice being seperated from loving family. Her mom now? Had encouraged contact and commun9cation to the good part of the family, and Afon always appreciated when she let Kaida sleep over. But since the last complaint prior adoption...

Afon's hand still rest on their chest, frowning slowly before they closed their eyes and sighed. And still, here, alone in thought, they wondered. Binding felt comfortable, reassuring; they could enjoy a flat chest ar last, and it suited their bodytype. They felt human, normal; like themself. Fabric and leathers shifted as Afon Wysg moved slowly and closed their eyes, frowning. They looked male. They looked like a man with a staff -- but yet.

Yet they were afraid. That thought hung in their mind as it sank in; as it finally made itself clear. They we afraid. Not of their fuku, but of what it meant, deep down on some level. Kildare always had a feminine look, welcoming and pleasant, while Afon looked like a non-magic archer, and they rubbed thjeir chest, before swallowing and approached the river silently before looking down at their reflection.

Putting aside their own recognition of self, Afon saw a man. Albeit a noodle in padded clothing and leather, a giant stick of elder in one hand as they stared down. The page looking back was insecure and bigger looking tthan Afon felt and finally, they sighed, stepping back.

A light patter of falling rain greeted Afon's ear, as the sky above them broke into a downpour, large thick drops raining on him from above, the page sighed softly, sighing softly as it washed over them, damp soaking into exposed skin like a kiss from the sky. Rainwater rolled into their hair, down their neck, but it felt good. Afon sighed deeply, and spread their arms in the ancient manner of prayer.

"Why am I like this? What's wrong with me? Why does this feel so right, like I'm as I'm meant to be? Acting like this... It got me hurt. Why? Why now? Why am I here in men's unifgorm with a binder? What if I'm really supposed to be aq man? I.. This feels so natural, what do I do?" Afon begged of the sky. Their answer didn't come, however. The impassive sky contyinued to simply do as the British Isles were known for and rained, and rained, and rained. Afon squinted, before sighing. Norging for it. Nothing to change the fact they felt lost, and he sighed, turning to seek shelter, deciding not to press the topic. They just... Needed to talk to someone.