Wyll groaned as he sat by his tent, rubbing the base of his horns. Ever since Mizora cursed him these stupid things they've have been a pain. They keep growing and he can feel them shift sometimes.

He's too nervous to cut them himself. What if he did something wrong? What if he messed up the horns and made the pain worse?

Wyll practically jumped out of his skin when you tapped on his shoulder. He removed his hand away from his horns.

"Erm.. Well met."

Wyll greeted with a nod.