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Splattered Skies had spent most his life being raised in a home with Touracs of many kinds. His parents had owned a small house, to be sure, but it was always open to the less fortunate. That was actually how they made most their money, or other goods to trade. Touracs would come and go when struggling, and in return donate to him and his family for their work. It wasn't much, and they didn't expect anything, but it sure helped them have some extra support after necessities were taken care of.
The good years didn't last long, though, as a group of sick Touracs ended up passing on their disease to Skies and his parents. He was young and spry, but his mom and dad weren't as lucky. As they spent all their savings trying to stay alive, nothing seemed to work.. They didn't last more than a month, before their home was inherited by their lonely son. He didn't have time to grieve, though, he had Touracs to care for. Skies spent maybe a day in bed, not bothering to process the loss before he went back to caring for Touracs and selling fruits at markets on the side, just as his father had done.
To this day, he works day and night in his home and out of it, trying to keep afloat the coming and going guests while still keeping up a front of perfect stability. A balancing act, played by someone whos acting sills were.. none.. but desperation can make a Tourac have any skill, truly. He had chosen to keep his parents head scales locked away in his room, fearing that the sight may break him from his facade.
That, though, is for another day. Today was selling day, as a market set up in his small towns square. He slowly packed up all the fruit and vegetables he had grown in his garden, trailing a wheel barrow behind him as he padded his way through the pathways. He had a permanent booth set up, something gifted to him by the townspeople when his family passed. Skies carefully set up each sign, straightening up each row of figs, making sure all his apples were worm free, and his carrots in a colorful variety.
Finally, he plopped himself down behind the little counter, straightening up his posture and breathing in the cold breeze. Today was going to be a good day, he could feel it.
@KisaValkyrie