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Location: Tekshar Falls Casino, Kuat City, Kuat
As days went, this wasn’t the worst that Khari Vestra had ever had to go through, but nor had it been the easiest. What had begun as little more than a family tiff, had soon transgressed into something else completely, culminating in a spectacular argument that had seen her brought up in the worst of light. And by none other than her own parent, too. Embarrassment didn’t begin to cover what she felt right now.
It was that same embarrassment that had bid she leave the vaulted halls of her family’s extensive estate, outside Kuat city, for the city proper, and to this popular casino, hidden beneath one of the city’s most beautiful waterfalls. It was to this same waterfall, that the establishment owed it’s name. And while Kuat’s elite came here to unwind and place a bet or twenty, she hadn’t enough of the inclination to do likewise.
No inclination and now, little more than a paltry amount to bet with to boot.
Here, at least, she could sit in one of the casino’s many cantinas and at least buy herself a relaxing beverage or two, while away an hour, maybe more, and work out where she was going to go from here. A burden-laden sigh escaped her lips as she rested against one such bar top, watching the benign-visaged tending droid swivel her way and ask one of it’s many pre programmed obligatory questions.
“May I take your order, M’am?”
Apathetically, Khari waved one slender hand in it’s general direction, she could already feel the onset of another haughty sigh brewing in her throat.
“Surprise me.” She replied, noting the droid’s pause while it, no doubt, attempted to work out if that was just some new concoction that had become fashionable lately, or she genuinely meant for it to pick something at random. In the end, the latter won out, and it returned with a glass of something decidedly cyan in colour.
A sip later, and she was pleasantly surprised. That was no mean feat, it took a lot to surprise her these days, much less impress her. It did little to un-sour her mood, however, as she recalled the argument that had lead to her arriving here in the first place.
Anara Vestra, her own mother, had practically cut her out of the family heirachy all together for what was essentially a fixable issue. Now, as a result, she was denied both title and inheritance. And she recalled the superior way in which the older woman had delivered the news to her, too. That whole speech about her finding her own way in life, as if she’d actually worked for anything she owned! Anara hadn’t spent more than a day in her entire lifetime working for what she had, that was all the work of those she employed, while she just sat back and reaped the benefits. It didn’t matter how those came in, so long as they did, was it so odd of Khari to assume that life was rightly her own, too? Somehow, the notion stung her, it was selfish, she knew, but the woman had really bent her highly refined nose out of joint. Something needed to be done about that.
Pivoting to face the room, she cast a critical eye around the place as casually as she could make it appear. The place was quiet this time of day, hardly a soul here, they were all out enjoying the fine Kuati weather, or at the tables, anticipating a fun day’s persuits. Right where she should have been, not seething away in here by herself, contemplating if she should auction off her Telbun to the highest bidder in the vain hope it might garner her a few credits more. Were things really that bad? Yes, if she didn’t figure something out, they would be.
Another long sip of her drink and she had made her mind up, this was actually the best drink she had tasted in a long while, barring those rarities she’d had imported at her residence - no, former residence as of a standard galactic week from now. This was going to be interesting. No staff, no time to cool her heels, she was either going to sink or swim.
“No sense in wasting time here, then.” The thought was uttered only for herself, the barest hint of a murmur on her lips, but it marked the start of something new. And there really was no time like the present. She would finish that drink and then make a move.
As days went, this wasn’t the worst that Khari Vestra had ever had to go through, but nor had it been the easiest. What had begun as little more than a family tiff, had soon transgressed into something else completely, culminating in a spectacular argument that had seen her brought up in the worst of light. And by none other than her own parent, too. Embarrassment didn’t begin to cover what she felt right now.
It was that same embarrassment that had bid she leave the vaulted halls of her family’s extensive estate, outside Kuat city, for the city proper, and to this popular casino, hidden beneath one of the city’s most beautiful waterfalls. It was to this same waterfall, that the establishment owed it’s name. And while Kuat’s elite came here to unwind and place a bet or twenty, she hadn’t enough of the inclination to do likewise.
No inclination and now, little more than a paltry amount to bet with to boot.
Here, at least, she could sit in one of the casino’s many cantinas and at least buy herself a relaxing beverage or two, while away an hour, maybe more, and work out where she was going to go from here. A burden-laden sigh escaped her lips as she rested against one such bar top, watching the benign-visaged tending droid swivel her way and ask one of it’s many pre programmed obligatory questions.
“May I take your order, M’am?”
Apathetically, Khari waved one slender hand in it’s general direction, she could already feel the onset of another haughty sigh brewing in her throat.
“Surprise me.” She replied, noting the droid’s pause while it, no doubt, attempted to work out if that was just some new concoction that had become fashionable lately, or she genuinely meant for it to pick something at random. In the end, the latter won out, and it returned with a glass of something decidedly cyan in colour.
A sip later, and she was pleasantly surprised. That was no mean feat, it took a lot to surprise her these days, much less impress her. It did little to un-sour her mood, however, as she recalled the argument that had lead to her arriving here in the first place.
Anara Vestra, her own mother, had practically cut her out of the family heirachy all together for what was essentially a fixable issue. Now, as a result, she was denied both title and inheritance. And she recalled the superior way in which the older woman had delivered the news to her, too. That whole speech about her finding her own way in life, as if she’d actually worked for anything she owned! Anara hadn’t spent more than a day in her entire lifetime working for what she had, that was all the work of those she employed, while she just sat back and reaped the benefits. It didn’t matter how those came in, so long as they did, was it so odd of Khari to assume that life was rightly her own, too? Somehow, the notion stung her, it was selfish, she knew, but the woman had really bent her highly refined nose out of joint. Something needed to be done about that.
Pivoting to face the room, she cast a critical eye around the place as casually as she could make it appear. The place was quiet this time of day, hardly a soul here, they were all out enjoying the fine Kuati weather, or at the tables, anticipating a fun day’s persuits. Right where she should have been, not seething away in here by herself, contemplating if she should auction off her Telbun to the highest bidder in the vain hope it might garner her a few credits more. Were things really that bad? Yes, if she didn’t figure something out, they would be.
Another long sip of her drink and she had made her mind up, this was actually the best drink she had tasted in a long while, barring those rarities she’d had imported at her residence - no, former residence as of a standard galactic week from now. This was going to be interesting. No staff, no time to cool her heels, she was either going to sink or swim.
“No sense in wasting time here, then.” The thought was uttered only for herself, the barest hint of a murmur on her lips, but it marked the start of something new. And there really was no time like the present. She would finish that drink and then make a move.