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Vanity is the refuge of the weak.

Even as he stood outside of the tailor's, those dour words rang in Apollo's mind. It was difficult not to feel guilty about what he was about to do-- after all, Apollo had spent his whole life being told that to live as Chii'Falla commanded one must be pious and humble. Simple.

But Apollo had known all his life that he was not a simple Gro. He loved beautiful things, with glitter and sparkles and fine soft silks. He wanted to feel beautiful himself. His own preferences aside, in his chosen life Apollo needed to stand out and get people's attention. He wasn't going to make an impression without proper attire! He needed glitz! Glam! Something that communicated just how spectacular he was!

He pushed the door open with all his might, and with the gentle ringing of the hanging door bell Apollo managed to get his way inside. The mannequins inside the shop were gorgeous, at least to the Wyngling, dressed to the nines in fine fabrics of many colors and weaves-- some even had glitter!! One of his very favorite things!! As fine as they were though, the clothing displayed on the mannequins was far too large to fit Apollo. Perhaps, he thought, what he'd managed to scrounge from his busking would be enough to afford an outfit in his own size!

From his low vantage point, Apollo could just make out the edges of colorful hats on a shelf above him. He could start there! After all, what was a magician without his very own magical hat! There wasn't a stool or any easy way for Apollo to get higher, so he decided to take the hard way up by climbing the shelf. He crouched, wiggled his little body to warm up his muscles, then leaped onto the lowest rung of the shelf. Here he found a selection of bowlers-- a fine hat indeed, but they weren't quite his style. After some perusal Apollo decided to climb up to the next level.

Here he found large felt hats adorned with silken flowers, great big feathers, and stings of dainty pearls. He even found one that one of the mannequins was wearing, though when he tried it on he decided it was much too big. Besides, it wasn't quite the magician's hat that he was looking for. He decided to climb again.

Aha!

At the top level, Apollo found tall silk hats with colorful bands-- proper magical hats if he'd ever seen any! He tried on each one. Hm. Hmmmmm. They were magnificent! Too big for him, but surely he'd grow into one eventually. He decided to push his favorite, a black hat with a white ribbon, down off of the shelf and onto the floor. He followed it with another great leap, landing with an "Oof!" on the floor.

But just a hat didn't a magician make! Apollo thought back to his most treasured possession, an old poster from a magic act that had blown through his hometown years ago. The magician on the cover was suave and debonair, with a wonderful hat of course, but also a finely tailored suit with sequins and white gloves and spats. He had a magic wand! And he had a moustache! Could Apollo grow one for himself one day? His look wasn't complete just yet.

With some more digging, Apollo managed to find a cumberbund, some gloves, even some spats! The cherry on top, though, was the lovely bowtie he'd found to match the hat. He put them all on and scrutinized himself in the mirror. Hmm..It was a start, but he needed a tailcoat to complete the look. He supposed he'd just have to commission one for his own size. Where was--?

"Oh my!"

Ah, there she was! The owner of this shop! Apollo failed to realize her shock at the mess he'd managed to make on the floor with all of her merchandise. He turned wjrh a grin, blinded on for a moment by his large hat. "I am in the market for your finest suit!"

"I...see," The tailor began in a calm voice, "For who?"

"For me, of course!" Apollo spun and struck a pose, "You are in the presence of the magnificent, magnifique, masterful, magical, mm...memorable--" It was a work in progress, "--razzle-dazzlin' Apollo Alphonse S. Mistoffelees!"

Clearly she was stunned by his presence, because the tailor was speechless. Apollo turned back to the mirror, "It must be grand and spectacular and glittery! I think you will find I can afford it."

Before the tailor could reply Apollo reached behind his own ear and produced one shiny coin. He clapped his hands together and three more joined it to make a stack. "Your finest suit!" He repeated, "Please, my good madam!"

It took the tailor a moment or two to reply to him. "I-- don't make clothes for Wynglings."

Apollo's ears drooped. "Well why not!"

"Wynglings don't...," The woman sighed at Apollo's heartbroken expression, "Look. I don't think I can make you a suit."

Crestfallen, Apollo reluctantly began to take apart his wonderful outfit.

"But--" He perked up as the tailor continued, "I think you have just enough there for…" She offered him a sheepish shrug, "A bowtie?"

Apollo blinked and turned back to the mirror. He peeled everything off except for the tie. When that was done, he straightened the accessory, then turned this way, that way, all around, did a little twirl, struck a pose--

Yes...YES! This could work! Sure it was simple, but the shiny fabric glistened so wonderfully in the light, and it stood out against his dark color just like the yellow stars on his hips. Simple, but elegant...yes.

Apollo turned back to the tailor with a twinkle in his big ol' eyes. "Madam," He began, "You've just made yourself a sale!"

He waltzed out of the shop with a new bounce in his step and a wiggle in his tail. Apollo could help stroking the soft accessory as he walked.

This...THIS was the start of something magnificent!

--

+Hair Tuft - 2 wyns
+ Cheek Fluff - 5 wyns
+Pupils - 8 wyns
+Accessory - 6 wyns, story (you are here)

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Description
Vanity is the refuge of the weak.

Even as he stood outside of the tailor's, those dour words rang in Apollo's mind. It was difficult not to feel guilty about what he was about to do-- after all, Apollo had spent his whole life being told that to live as Chii'Falla commanded one must be pious and humble. Simple.

But Apollo had known all his life that he was not a simple Gro. He loved beautiful things, with glitter and sparkles and fine soft silks. He wanted to feel beautiful himself. His own preferences aside, in his chosen life Apollo needed to stand out and get people's attention. He wasn't going to make an impression without proper attire! He needed glitz! Glam! Something that communicated just how spectacular he was!

He pushed the door open with all his might, and with the gentle ringing of the hanging door bell Apollo managed to get his way inside. The mannequins inside the shop were gorgeous, at least to the Wyngling, dressed to the nines in fine fabrics of many colors and weaves-- some even had glitter!! One of his very favorite things!! As fine as they were though, the clothing displayed on the mannequins was far too large to fit Apollo. Perhaps, he thought, what he'd managed to scrounge from his busking would be enough to afford an outfit in his own size!

From his low vantage point, Apollo could just make out the edges of colorful hats on a shelf above him. He could start there! After all, what was a magician without his very own magical hat! There wasn't a stool or any easy way for Apollo to get higher, so he decided to take the hard way up by climbing the shelf. He crouched, wiggled his little body to warm up his muscles, then leaped onto the lowest rung of the shelf. Here he found a selection of bowlers-- a fine hat indeed, but they weren't quite his style. After some perusal Apollo decided to climb up to the next level.

Here he found large felt hats adorned with silken flowers, great big feathers, and stings of dainty pearls. He even found one that one of the mannequins was wearing, though when he tried it on he decided it was much too big. Besides, it wasn't quite the magician's hat that he was looking for. He decided to climb again.

Aha!

At the top level, Apollo found tall silk hats with colorful bands-- proper magical hats if he'd ever seen any! He tried on each one. Hm. Hmmmmm. They were magnificent! Too big for him, but surely he'd grow into one eventually. He decided to push his favorite, a black hat with a white ribbon, down off of the shelf and onto the floor. He followed it with another great leap, landing with an "Oof!" on the floor.

But just a hat didn't a magician make! Apollo thought back to his most treasured possession, an old poster from a magic act that had blown through his hometown years ago. The magician on the cover was suave and debonair, with a wonderful hat of course, but also a finely tailored suit with sequins and white gloves and spats. He had a magic wand! And he had a moustache! Could Apollo grow one for himself one day? His look wasn't complete just yet.

With some more digging, Apollo managed to find a cumberbund, some gloves, even some spats! The cherry on top, though, was the lovely bowtie he'd found to match the hat. He put them all on and scrutinized himself in the mirror. Hmm..It was a start, but he needed a tailcoat to complete the look. He supposed he'd just have to commission one for his own size. Where was--?

"Oh my!"

Ah, there she was! The owner of this shop! Apollo failed to realize her shock at the mess he'd managed to make on the floor with all of her merchandise. He turned wjrh a grin, blinded on for a moment by his large hat. "I am in the market for your finest suit!"

"I...see," The tailor began in a calm voice, "For who?"

"For me, of course!" Apollo spun and struck a pose, "You are in the presence of the magnificent, magnifique, masterful, magical, mm...memorable--" It was a work in progress, "--razzle-dazzlin' Apollo Alphonse S. Mistoffelees!"

Clearly she was stunned by his presence, because the tailor was speechless. Apollo turned back to the mirror, "It must be grand and spectacular and glittery! I think you will find I can afford it."

Before the tailor could reply Apollo reached behind his own ear and produced one shiny coin. He clapped his hands together and three more joined it to make a stack. "Your finest suit!" He repeated, "Please, my good madam!"

It took the tailor a moment or two to reply to him. "I-- don't make clothes for Wynglings."

Apollo's ears drooped. "Well why not!"

"Wynglings don't...," The woman sighed at Apollo's heartbroken expression, "Look. I don't think I can make you a suit."

Crestfallen, Apollo reluctantly began to take apart his wonderful outfit.

"But--" He perked up as the tailor continued, "I think you have just enough there for…" She offered him a sheepish shrug, "A bowtie?"

Apollo blinked and turned back to the mirror. He peeled everything off except for the tie. When that was done, he straightened the accessory, then turned this way, that way, all around, did a little twirl, struck a pose--

Yes...YES! This could work! Sure it was simple, but the shiny fabric glistened so wonderfully in the light, and it stood out against his dark color just like the yellow stars on his hips. Simple, but elegant...yes.

Apollo turned back to the tailor with a twinkle in his big ol' eyes. "Madam," He began, "You've just made yourself a sale!"

He waltzed out of the shop with a new bounce in his step and a wiggle in his tail. Apollo could help stroking the soft accessory as he walked.

This...THIS was the start of something magnificent!

--

+Hair Tuft - 2 wyns
+ Cheek Fluff - 5 wyns
+Pupils - 8 wyns
+Accessory - 6 wyns, story (you are here)

Profile Tracker: docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d…

3/424 Wyn