"SHATTER PRIDE"
Feb. 17th, 2013 06:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ginbeanNotes: Just a quickie about Naesala. I have so much headcanon for this bum...
Naesala is afraid of pride because his father was proud.
Like a proper laguz king, he matched his cleverness with his arrogance and it cost him his people and his family. Naesala remembers with succinct clarity the day the dying stopped, not the day it started, because the day his kin stopped falling from the sky, woundless and unmarked, was the day his father relinquished his pride.
The day his father sat in his chair, defeated and drooping like a lonely, broken thing.
That was the day he lost his mother.
From that point on, his father was useless to his country, lonely and cracked with the agony of regrets. As Naesala was forced to take over, long before the word 'king' would ever christen his name, he learned that pride was a terrible, double-edged sword that could cut as deeply into you as it could your foes. To that end, he made a mockery of pride for himself. He faked arrogance, feigned self-worth and pretended to be conceited, all to paint a portrait of leadership while keeping the truth inside and to himself.
Pride was dangerous and- in order to protect his people- something that could not be held. He had to let it go, he had to be free of it and its allure.
It would be impossible to shatter an already broken thing, after all.
Naesala is afraid of pride because his father was proud.
Like a proper laguz king, he matched his cleverness with his arrogance and it cost him his people and his family. Naesala remembers with succinct clarity the day the dying stopped, not the day it started, because the day his kin stopped falling from the sky, woundless and unmarked, was the day his father relinquished his pride.
The day his father sat in his chair, defeated and drooping like a lonely, broken thing.
That was the day he lost his mother.
From that point on, his father was useless to his country, lonely and cracked with the agony of regrets. As Naesala was forced to take over, long before the word 'king' would ever christen his name, he learned that pride was a terrible, double-edged sword that could cut as deeply into you as it could your foes. To that end, he made a mockery of pride for himself. He faked arrogance, feigned self-worth and pretended to be conceited, all to paint a portrait of leadership while keeping the truth inside and to himself.
Pride was dangerous and- in order to protect his people- something that could not be held. He had to let it go, he had to be free of it and its allure.
It would be impossible to shatter an already broken thing, after all.