A stubborn child with wideset shoulders and big, round paws, Apollo didn't think himself to be in this position in his short life, ever. To resent his sister on the base fact that she was born biologically different than him, to distance himself from his brothers so that he wouldn't struggle with his gender identity for longer. On the surface, it seemed almost silly. After all, aside from a few differences visually, his body made no stakes to claim whether he was male or female. But it seemed that those few differences bothered him enough to spark conflict within himself, for him to shove away family and try to find comfort elsewhere. He tried adventuring, tried hiding, and tried talking, but nothing seemed to be enough.
Today, the young child would try another thing. It wasn't another hobby or coping mechanism, but rather something that was final. Apollo stared into a broken mirror, a ribbon wrapped around his head and tied into a bow at the top. It was hardly a difference, and he was sure that if he asked anyone, they would say that he could like wearing bows and still be a boy - but that wasn't the point he wished to make. This wasn't about gender norms or the biology or - anything like that. Maybe when he was older he would be able to explain it more.
The NPC lingered after their handiwork and had asked if it was good for the young prince. Apollo stared at his reflection and pulled back his folded ears. Teal eyes tilted upwards to look at the NPC, "Do you think Acantha fits me?" he was quiet, subtle, something no one would think of when they saw him. The NPC blinked a few times and smiled, nodding, and Apollo went on, "I like Acantha. I like... I want to be a girl," would it be that simple? He wanted it to be. The shift in pronouns was so close but he wanted the confirmation. He wanted the validation. But... the child wasn't quite sure how to get it. Paws tugged at the ribbon absentmindedly, lips pursed, unaware of those who passed by and heard his words.