ORIGIN

No reason not to? We have space enough around here, anyways," Attikias responded, tapping his heel idly on the log he was on. "I mean- I know it's no replacement, but you don't need to replace it, y'know? It might be good for you to have that sort of bond with someone again."

His head tilted as he spoke, giving her a brief closed-eye smile. He paused, though, as tears dotted her eyes, concern flashing over his face. Crap, he did mean to make her happy, but he didn't mean to maker her cry! His hands came off of his legs and one reached to her shoulder again, reassuringly.

"You don't need to repay me." His voice was quiet as he leaned down to her level. A few gentle pats of her shoulder later and he was straightening up, the other going to the gem atop his shoulder. "I did kind of want to do something as a gift for the rest of them, if you wanna watch." He made his way to the table again, to the leather he'd left, and frowned to it.

No. Put the idea of battle out of your mind, Attikias. Gingerly, he removed his hand from his shoulder and pulled the work away, letting it rest gently on the rest of the leather nearby. "I've never actually made a necklace before, but I've got the sort of idea, and I've got the materials for a cord, so I figure it'd be nice." Just gotta figure out how to get a gem to adhere to it.

He glanced over his shoulder at Lyra, then half-turned his body to her, thinking with his hand back over his gem. "If you want, you can take the Elenya name? Make yourself part of the family that way, too- only if you want to, though." With that, he surged magic into the gem and winced as it popped off into a small sliver. Fingers danced around previous shallow cuts as he retrieved the piece and held it up between his index finger and thumb.

"Hm. This looks a little small, but it might work. Wanted to leave behind something uh- just in case, ah," he stalled, looking to the table and idly playing with a thin leather cord. No. He shook his head and cleared his throat, looking back to Lyra. "Unless you'd want to have it? I can always just make some that isn't me, if it's all gonna end up this small."

Attikias stopped short. Was he rambling? Man, he was rambling. Clearing his throat, Attikias let out a half-assed laugh, glancing away. "Ah, yeah- sorry. It's like-- something you'd wear around your neck? You can put something that hangs on it. Like.. A decoration, for yourself."

His tail flicked as he taken the cord in another hand and idly played with it, trying to conceptualize what he was going to do if Lyra didn't want the gem. "It's got the same kinda noises, yeah. It's nice."

He drew the gem back as Lyra spoke. He blinked, let the idea settle in, then -"No! No, I didn't mean-" And he coughed into his fist, a slight blush of embarrassment rising up his face. "If you want to, maybe? I thought, y'know, offer- I don't know." He shook his head, then turned to the side, to the rain shed that still had the shards of his first litter.

"... It might be nice," he argued. "I was going to put this in some sort of- frame? I don't know the word- uhh. Setting. So a bit of me's always here." He leaned back on the table again, worriedly looking to Lyra. Were the implications... Bad? "I already have the one kid so they'd have a sibling, uh- I'm not going to stop you if you'd want to try it?"

The gem came back down for Lyra, perhaps. "I've never had it not take before, though. Just- Really, you don't have to, and I didn't mean it that way, but- y'know, maybe it'd be nice? Guess it'd really make you part of the family."

He chuckled, rubbing his other hand at his jaw. "Not that you aren't a part of it without y'know, making a whole uh- a whole kid, or anything."

Attikias, gem still in hand, shook his head. "I mean, I'm not great at words either, sometimes," he offered with a chuckle. "But- no, you didn't sound like that! No, I just didn't think I'd come off that way, but I'm not against it or anything." He paused as she took the gem.

"It'll probably be nice." His voice was soft as his head tilted, thinking. He was watching her, hdoling his hand out still from where she took the gem, following her eyes.

He grinned encouragingly at the magic glowing into the gem. A short sigh escaped him- even if it hadn't failed before, the fear was still there, insidious in his soul even as he took the gem back. A gentle thumb rolled over its sharp edge. It was another notch lost from his gem, yes, but it was a new being made.

"It's a good thing I've got a place for it, then," he spoke as he stepped aside, heading to the covered area of the camp and moving some urns with his spare hand. "I built this for my first-- litter?-" He stared up, just for a second, before nodding and continuing with moving items. "So they had a sort of space. I think I have their shards around here, somewhere." His tail flicked behind him as he squatted, clearing out a good sphere around it and planting the already growing crystal right in the middle. "It'll be safe here."

The elf patted the surface of the gem (now chrysalis) before standing. "Ahh- what now?" What was he doing before..? Right, armor. Could he make Lyra something? He needed to work on his first, but he could offer to tattoo her eventually, if he wanted it.

But first, he returned back to his workbench, placing the leather back on it. "... Do you wanna learn about sewing?"