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An Honest Accident


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Counts as 5 RP growth Points
Solo word minimum is 750, RP post minimum is 7

Sometimes, accidents happen. Your character has found themself in a situation where an honest accident has resulted in an item being broken. Possibly your own, or you may have broken someone else's. Was it an item at a shop, or a priceless artifact? How does your character react to the honest mistake?

As much as her sister insisted that Vaani take off and do what she could to enjoy the remainder of her trip the Yaeli had remained with the rest of the volunteers. It hadn't felt right - seeing what she saw, hearing their cries and the exhaustion of the healers - to pack up her things for a 'fun little jaunt' around Matori. Maybe she would go another time - or maybe she wouldn't set foot on a ship ever again - and only the Gods could know. Still, Vaani couldn't say she'd hated every moment of the trip. The vast majority of it, certainly, but the sound of the ocean at night was soothing and she'd quite enjoyed a few of the locals.

Especially the half-crazed lunatic who saw this as a sign from his Gods that the world was ending and they should all bathe in fish bladders to defend themselves. It was...oddly like home, in some ways, and the comparison was a bit eerie.

She'd extended her stay to help with the recovery efforts, but now that so many of the others were returning to Belrea so, too, was she preparing to leave. Vaani had spent the better part of the morning packing up her meager belongings and picking up little shells on the seashore. So many of her things - poultices, wraps, knickknacks and clothing - had been given to the recovery effort so she didn't have much to fill her bag. It made it seem like this was a 'real' vacation and not the traumatic event so many had been forced to live through.

And speaking of traumatic...She'd wondered, off and on, about Isaia. Now that his family was here he didn't need an outsider coddling him, especially one he'd clung to while out of his mind, and visiting just seemed...strange. What would she even say to him? 'Goodbye, hope your leg gets better?'

In a weird way it felt almost wrong not to see him at least in passing, simply because she'd done so for so many days before they'd arrived. Maybe...maybe she should go and at least talk to him before they left? Or...no...no, she definitely shouldn't. With a pensive little pout, the plump little yaeli squatted down in the sand and gave a shell a little prod with her nail, only to squeal when it stood up.

The hermit crab clacked it's pincers a few times before scuttling away.

Vaani's neck warmed when she spotted Isaia. It was bad enough to be caught crying out over a little crab, but by him of all people. "You're here." There was no denying the warmth in her surprised tone anymore then she could hide the way her heart warmed. Despite herself, Vaani's glowing eyes crinkled as she gave an awkward sort of smile, then found her lips pursing as her flush grew. "I meant here - on the sand - with a cane-" She motioned toward it, as if he wasn't aware. "You should be on steadier ground. This can't be comfortable." What if he fell and stunted his healing? He might make his limp worse.

And still - now that he'd been properly bathed, dressed and given a hair cut - Vaani couldn't very well keep her eyes downcast. She wanted too - Gods knew she was trying - but he cut a very handsome figure and she...she just...

Spirits take me now.

"If you can point out some that aren't already taken I would be very grateful." She gave a little laugh.

When he made to lift the cane Vaani couldn't stop herself from taking a half step forward, hands raised to catch him just incase he fell. As he swung the cane, though, she gave a softer sort of smile and lowered her hands. "You hardly needed to do that, but it's appreciated all the same. I only wish I'd been able to do more." If she'd been a healer then how many wounds could she have cleansed before they became infected? Before the bones had to be rebroken just so magic could properly fix them? At least with Isaia she'd been a comfort and that helped soothe some of the jagged edges of her nerves.

And - wait a tic, had he called her pretty? Ah, so he's a cad then. It made sense, she supposed. He'd been awfully sweet to her while he'd been out of his mind with delirium and now - well, when Isaia had no reason to be he was still being all too kind.

She very nearly asked about his mother, but stopped herself. Vaani hadn't seen the woman personally, though she knew they'd found her at least. So, instead....She shifted her feet and crouched once again to peruse the sand. "Have you, by chance, seen your sister recently? She seemed....changed." Which was the polite way, she supposed, of stating the obvious.

While she hadn't seen Isaia's mother she'd quite literally run into his sister and hadn't even recognized the woman. A pollen had come through the camp, something that had changed so many and Zadia - Well, would it help his recovery to see her or cause him more stress?

"Don't say that." Despite her words there was light hearted humor in Vaani's tone. "You'll make it true." She sifted through the sand with a distracted eye and forced herself to take the task more seriously. There were cracked shells a plenty; bits and pieces, broken against ships and the stones on the shore, no doubt. Finding anything whole was proving to be a challenge.

"It was a dye? Seriously?" Vaani's eyes widened. "I've never seen a color that bright before." Giving a surprised 'hmmn' the Yaeli hazarded turning her gaze toward Isaia, only to find looking back down suddenly far more important.

Her anxious haze lasted all of a minute, which was apparently all the time Isaia needed to crack the one pure shell they'd managed to come across. At first she didn't pay it much mind, as her gaze was still turned away, but when she saw him bending out of the corner of her eye Vaani turned, only to let out an pained groan. She hadn't meant for it to slip out, but she made no move to cover it either.

"It's alright. I can hardly blame you for something you didn't know would happen." She moved to stand and brushed sandy palms off on her generous thighs before walking to close the distance between them. Now that he was standing so close it was impossible not to notice just how much taller he was than her, but that's not what she was looking at.

The shell was a concern, of course, but his face....She couldn't help but to reach out with both of her hands; one to cup his hand from below and the other to pat his arm, just above the elbow. "Isaia, it's fine. Really. Besides, I wasn't worried about broken shells; I was worried about you."

It was still a shame, given just how gorgeous the shell could have been, but that didn't stop Vaani from offering him a soft smile. When she pulled back she took a broken piece in each hand. When she raised them, it was to catch the light so both could see. "I think it's still pretty amazing. And now it's just easier to carry."

And after a thoughtful pause, she laid one of the pieces back into his hand. "A piece for you and a piece for me."

Why did he call me love? Is that normal in Belrea? Should I be concerned or-?

"You're too kind, Isaia." Had she known him better she might have called him out for his flattery, but honestly, even then Vaani wasn't likely to be so brazen. Her cheeks warmed under his words though and when she looked up at those eyes, so strange and charming under the Matori sun, she felt her heart stutter.

He is a trauma survivor and you need to watch yourself.

And with an awkward laugh, Vaani turned her eyes down and out toward the water. She was content just to watch the waves and catch her breath, but then he had to say something like THAT-

"O-oh, it won't be?" Vaani wasn't sure if she was horrified or excited. Spirits, if a man like this came to Yael the priesthood would have fits. She couldn't very well tell him that though, not if she wanted to keep his spirits up (hers as well) so she settled on a pained smile. "O-only once you're properly healed. Yael is very damp and I would worry about infections. Still...if you're inclined to come someday I wouldn't turn you away. In the meantime maybe we could exchange letters?"

Letters were good. Letters were safe, non-committal and when he eventually bored of them it would be far less damaging.

"Just not too soon; I'm sure your trip will be very taxing and you'll want to get settled." She wouldn't be lying if she wasn't hoping he would forget her part in the entire ordeal. That kind of attention wasn't meant for her; especially when she could of so many more ladies that would be able to match his vibe, whatever...this was.

Still, there was a snippet of her heart that fluttered at the idea. Letters? From a handsome foreigner? It was every girls secret dream so maybe...maybe she wouldn't complain too much if one or two slipped their way to Yael. If he remembered to write.