[Really, truly, Alois had meant to make a dreamcatcher... a really lovely one! But his efforts are deflated, lagging and dragging like an unfortunate kite. It's not because he doesn't know how to make dreamcatchers in the first place—although that is true; he'd had no idea what he was doing from the start. But what really defeated him here was brutal, characteristic boredom.
In other words, Alois has gotten distracted.
So there's the bare bones of a dreamcatcher in his general workspace, but it's far from complete and it's been pushed off to the side. Instead, Alois is playing around with the supplies. He's tying loops of leather around his fingers in rings and little bows. He's shaping pretty gold wire into various creative shapes. He's blowing feathers around with irritable puffs of air.
And the gemstones, too, are part of his fancy. He sifts through what's offered, and every so often he finds one he maybe likes; then he presses it against his skin, examining its quality like a professional jeweler. Maybe he's just trying to find out what looks best on him: the Carnival has granted him creeping crusts of gemstones that stand out against his hands, and other places he tries to hide. His own gems are amethyst and sapphire, but now, with the dreamcatcher supplies, he's experimenting with other looks. It's either vanity or dismal resignation. Whatever the case... is he ever going to get this dreamcatcher done?]
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In other words, Alois has gotten distracted.
So there's the bare bones of a dreamcatcher in his general workspace, but it's far from complete and it's been pushed off to the side. Instead, Alois is playing around with the supplies. He's tying loops of leather around his fingers in rings and little bows. He's shaping pretty gold wire into various creative shapes. He's blowing feathers around with irritable puffs of air.
And the gemstones, too, are part of his fancy. He sifts through what's offered, and every so often he finds one he maybe likes; then he presses it against his skin, examining its quality like a professional jeweler. Maybe he's just trying to find out what looks best on him: the Carnival has granted him creeping crusts of gemstones that stand out against his hands, and other places he tries to hide. His own gems are amethyst and sapphire, but now, with the dreamcatcher supplies, he's experimenting with other looks. It's either vanity or dismal resignation. Whatever the case... is he ever going to get this dreamcatcher done?]