by Wyll » Fri Mar 14, 2025 7:01 pm
"Punch? No, I do that good," the Ogre grinned.
"No, this is...this is part of me. Um. Explain hard.
I is Will. Like...like pillow over there is Will, or bakery boy is Will. Just with...Ogre flavor on. When you reach into cauldron, you....you get Will, but with different bits. And you get bits and pieces of different things to match what you need. Like...you maybe no want full, pure Ogre. Maybe you want Ogre who know how to, um, talk gooder. Or not so tall, or different color. So, you reach in, and you pick up mostly ogre, but also some other stuff, and you mush 'em together, and that makes clay...Will.
Before cauldron, Wyldclay decide which form to wear. No need muscles and clubs. Much more tricksy and word-words. But Cauldron is more...permissive. Come and go as please. Wyldclay just part of me now, and brings with him new ideas. Like ogre. But now Will can just be Ogre, and not wait for someone else to call Ogre.
...Ogre part of me no think about coming out until you show up. You suggest it, you put idea in head. New rules, still learning what I can do. You put Wyldclay in pot, and melt him into us. And now, me be ogre because me want to. Me see you need help. Us ogres stick together,"
Will's brow had furrowed from the effort of explaining it with the limited brainpan of this particular version of herself.