Two worn leather workboots. Nothing remarkable exactly. They were nice enough for what they were, yet they possessed an air of oddity. Upon closer inspection, the toebox was quite broad in width, and, well, not very box-like. Each toe had its own compartment, as gloves do. It was somewhat discreetly crafted, as if the wearer did not want to attract notice, opting for a more quiet rebellion from the norms of society. It would have been effective from a distance, but a nearer perusal gave it away by how the shadows settled on its shape. There was only so much one could do to hide such a… uniqueness. Although, while they weren’t the most fashionable of accessories, they were most practical. It allowed the wearers’ feet to exist in their natural state, unburdened by the confines of a traditional shoe. This could greatly improve certain abilities of movement — balance and the like — if one did not mind much being perceived as an outcast. Strange, how dignity looks down upon our innate skill, and with them, our roots.