An Honest Accident


Solo or RP Format
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?



Shopping wasn’t exactly Eurig’s forte. He did it as often as required, but honestly he was just as happy to pass the duty off onto one of the bus boys at the tavern. On busier days, however, sometimes it was easier for Eurig to slip out himself than risk getting backed up. So, he’d done just that and with sweat clinging to the back of his neck the Talean took to the market.

The village itself was on the smaller side so it wasn’t as if the walk was an arduous one. Scents of street food pulled at him, luring the Talean closer and temporarily lulling his senses. He looked at the list in his hand, pondering exactly why they needed so many onions when his knee bumped into something, then his torso and all at once an entire stall was falling around Eurig. The man hit the ground with a yelp, limbs and vegetables flying this way and that, with the vendor shrieking somewhere at his right – or was it above him now? How had he made it to market that fast?! Or….wait….

Looking up Eurig noticed the familiar setting and realized he wasn’t in the market and this wasn’t a typical vendor. All of these goods had been imported, if the sight of Jauharean fruits was anything to go off. He barely had time to register the bruising starting to form on them when his own bruised skin tugged at him and Eurig tried to sit up with a groan.

“Are you alright? Nothing broken?”

When he turned Eurig saw a younger shifter woman, her abdomen distended in the later stages of pregnancy, and when she reached down to help him up he had to shoo her off. While he appreciated her kindness he was a heavy man and that kind of strain wouldn’t be good. “I think my pride’s hurt more than my body-“ Once he was on his feet Eurig tried to move his leg from the wreckage of her stall and hissed, “-or maybe not. Nothing broken but definitely bruised.”

“That’s good.” She sighed, but then her eyes took in her goods and the mournful look that crossed her face nearly gutted him. Reaching behind her, the woman lifted two empty baskets and moved around the wreckage to attempt lowering herself to pick them up.

“Oh, don’t! I’ll get them. It’s my fault they’re damaged anyway.” Spirits, and bruised wasn’t the worst of it. Several of the fruits had been utterly crushed under the weight of the ramshackle stall. Whatever sort of money she was hoping to make today had been lost. “Uhm…maybe you could give me a total? On all of….this?” He gestured toward her ruined stock. “I’m really sorry.”

She offered him a soft smile. “It’s alright; really. Accidents happen, but…I might charge you a little. It wasn’t everything, but keeping them fresh across the border is hard.”

“Of course. I don’t mind covering my mistake, honest.”

As she moved about behind the wreckage to presumably tally up the expense Eurig did what he could to remedy the situation. She had a cart at least that he could set up the remainder of her stock, as well as to put the pieces of her broken stall. As for the rest…Well, he ended up feeding most of it to her mount, who greedily slurped up the treats.

“Can I ask you a question?” When he turned she’d waddled up to him, one hand on her stomach and the other on a paper she was holding out. “Do you always walk into things or were you distracted?” She grinned.

“I’d like to say it’s only the second, but honestly, a bit of both.” He laughed. Eurig reached for his coin purse and with the last of his personal coin handed it over for damages. If it had been a local fruit seller he might have offered to restock their wares personally, just to save himself some coin, but this woman…Well, she’d already come so far in such a delicate condition that he didn’t want her to go without. Not for something that he’d done.

“I should get going now, before I break your cart next.” After a pause, he added, “I’m really very sorry.”

“It’s alright.” She chuckled and waved him on. “It was just a mistake; everyone has them and you’ve more than made up for it.”

With a wave of his own Eurig went on into the village market, his cheeks a little redder and his eyes on the area around him instead of the list in his pocket.

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