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?
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?
Sometimes a race was just a race. It was sometimes a sporting event where several members of Sulburi’s elite were present and bets the weight of a lesser man’s savings were made on individual runs. Xaraan racing in lower circles was an outwardly vicious sport where both jockeys and the animal’s handlers competed for notoriety. Love of the sport took second place, but here – Well, Sekani was able to seen a side to it.
If he were a smarter man he might have seen the dirty dealings behind bright smiles or the genuine excitement shown by some of the younger children who had come with their families. He’d been offered to come along with his team – not as a rider, but as a handler – and Sekani easily agreed. It was a chance to see something grand; something he’d not yet experienced and something he so desperately wanted to see again! Grand displays of flowers and strange plants adorned every entry way, occasionally draping across xaraan statues and some of the elite themselves. It was a gorgeous event, but truthfully he was more impressed with the xaraan themselves.
Some of these beasts were easily twice the size of any his team had come in with and the money spent on their saddles…By the spirits above it would pay his rent for the next five years.
"Hey, Kani?"
Turning his head, he caught his bosses eye and moved closer the older Matorian. In his day he'd been a devil of a racer, but now the old man struggled to move. The team made up for it by taking on a lot of his work, but Sekani knew he wanted more.
"Yeah?"
"Got any water?"
Sekani shook his head. "No, sorry, I can grab some for you if you want."
"Oh, no, it's okay. It's too far to walk."
Before he could even mention the lounging area next to them his boss shook his head. "You can't go there; that's for the fancy people. We don't get that stuff."
"I'll be quick; they'll never even notice me." Even as Sekani was backing up the old man tried to reach out for him, but Sekani just smiled. "Real quick." All he had to do was sneak in, grab some water, and get back out. What could happen?
