Getting Tripped Up

Arc turned his attention to the rope again when his mother started showing him how to criss cross and braid the pieces together to make them stronger, nodding attentively to her explanation. He could feel his eyes crossing trying to follow the motions and figure out what she was doing, but when she handed it over to him and guided his paws through the motions then it began to make more sense. When she let go of his paws so he could do it on his own it took him a couple of tries to do it without missing a step somewhere, but he got it down eventually. Left over middle, right over middle, repeat. He kept repeating that in his head until it became more of a habit and he didn't have to think about it so hard. After a couple minutes he got to the end of the length of rope. When he looked back up the length of the braid there was noticeable points where he had taken over after her where the braid wasn't quite as neat, but it definitely got better toward the end. Either way, he hoped it would be good enough for what they were doing with it. "I guess we tie it between the trees now?" He asked, looking up at the trees his mother had lead them to.

"Arcturus Fatalis"