What am I even doing?

Caelia said that she didn't think the horns were a bad idea, which was relieving to say the least. If a stranger didn't think it was stupid, then it probably wasn't. Wait... unless the stranger was just being polite. That was a possibility too. Ok but she said it sounded interesting. And that it would stop her from going for the face. That probably wasn't some made up compliment. Unless she was trying to get Toxicity's guard down. Or just lying. But why would a stranger... never mind. Tox flicked her ears to rid herself of her racing thoughts. She wasn't sure she was cut out for casual conversation after all.

Caelia spoke of how she planned on puncturing holed in the leather and stringing more leather through. Toxicity nodded, her eyes grazing over all of the materials before them. "If you want... one of these thorns is probably sharp enough to poke though. I have more vines than I really need." Tox took the bundle and tore off a segment with several long thorns on it, placing it onto a space of neutral ground between them as the woman turned more to face Toxicity.

The woman went on to say she hadn't met any Abraxas. It was a relief, in a way, knowing this woman had no preconceived notions of how her family worked. She went on to offer Tox some of her leather. Tox nodded and fought to bring a more genuine smile to her face this time, "Thank you."

With that, Toxicity settled into working on her own craft, pulling the leather and horsehair through the holes Obi had made in the base of the horns. She wasn't a pro at tying knots, but she figured he could probably adjust it later. She just wanted to prove that she could actually do something on her own.  There were supposed to be some that went on top of her head and some that went under... and somehow it was supposed to be secured so it wouldn't just spin around. It sounded pretty easy when Obi was explaining it...

After a while of struggling with the horse hair and leather straps, Toxicity had... something like Obi had explained. She slipped it over her head and found it terribly lopsided. It did go over her head with some difficulty, but it wasn't nearly positioned in the correct way. Sliding it off, Toxicity worked on trying to get the straps and horns more even and more suited to herself. "So who taught you to make leather?" Toxicity asked as she struggled with the straps. She wasn't sure how she ever thought she would make sturdy enough straps with just the horse tails. She wasn't sure how leather worked entirely, but she did have some furs in her den. She had fond memories of her mother's den being lined too. The same den those filthy whelps now lived in... Toxicity flicked her ears again. She needed to focus on the task at hand.

WC: 504
TWC: 3081