Redsand Canyon temeritas

Rolled in the tabletop channel to see if Aqui would keep his feet, 1-5 for no, 6-10 for yes, and he rolled a nine so good job buddy

His father backed away, and the boy had to think as fast as he possibly could.

He kept his footing. Just barely, wobbling for a second, before going as still as an old oak, solid in its roots. He turned sharpened amber to his father, lips almost forming into a pout, before he schooled his features.

He was a solider in training, not a tantrum throwing child. Not anymore. He straightened, sides rising and falling faster as he caught his breath, waiting for what he was to do next.