the usefulness of this uselessness

Pythia's other senses send her nerves on end every so often. It felt as if a thousand eyes were staring at her at all times. A sensation that she could never really rid herself of, but one she told herself must be from the gods, from Abraxas himself. If she were to know it was actually her siblings constantly checking on her wellbeing, she might've been rightly pissed off. Just because she was blind didn't make her stupid or incompetent. Such were the feelings of uselessness though their every intention was to support her and provide her with the best opportunity of survival.

Maybe she was like these doo-dads they were constructing. Useless, but sometimes useful. She didn't know if she was pretty, she never would, but she also would never know if anyone else was either so she was okay with that fact. A frustrated sigh leaves her as her mind continues to reel, paws fumbling over the different objects. Unknown to her that Modesty is pushing different, easier items for her to handle, Pythia believes they're already within grabbing distance.

The larger beads and hollowed out horns are differently much easier to slide onto the cording. After a few more beads and other baubles, she holds it out to Modesty, her head canting to the side. "I suppose it could be... a necklace?" Pythia inquires, still unsure of her creation.

"speech"