What am I even doing?

Toxicity watched the wolf with a focused interest as she worked at the piece of leather, measuring it and making sure it was just the right size before gnawing at the edge and pulling back a strip. As she noticed Tox, she offered a light smile, something that wasn't really common as far as Tox and her family went. It seemed like they always greeted each other cautiously, stepping over feelings that had never really been processed. Toxicity tried to offer a smile of her own, but it didn't quite come to fruition. The other wolf answered in a matter-of-fact tone. Yeah, it was obvious, but Toxicity didn't really know how else she should have initiated conversation. What conversations had she had that didn't revolve around her father or her religion? She was entirely new to these strictly-mortal conversations.

Still, the woman's answer wasn't rude really, so Toxicity swallowed and focused on listening. Bracers, huh? Tox could see the use of that, but... her eyes trailed to her scarred arm. she wouldn't want to cover that up. Even if the scars were added to it would be better than covering them, wouldn't it? Now Tox was doubting her own choice. She hummed lightly.

"I was... going to make a headpiece with these horns and thorns... like a crown? Maybe that's a bad idea?" She looked at the crafter, hoping to get some input. She assumed wrongly that the woman before her had more knowledge in her field. She seemed confident and already had an idea for what she was making. She seemed to have even tanned the hide herself, which was way more than Tox knew how to do.

Tox hauled the vines and horns off of her neck onto the ground. She rolled one horn over to show the holes Obi had bore in it. "My friend already made some holes to secure it, I'm just... trying to figure out the rest." She looked again to the woman and back down. "How do you secure bracers? Especially when the leg moves so much?"

The woman introduced herself as Caelia Adravendi. Toxicity repeated the name and gave her own, "I'm Toxicity Klein Abraxas... uh part of the New Age Abraxas, though... in case you met any other Abraxas." Toxicity wasn't sure how far the other Abraxas had spread out or told their story. She needed to be careful to make the distinction on the future.

WC: 409
Total: 2074