[Closed] The Fast and the Furious: Perivantium Drift

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WHO: Clarisse and Vanya
WHAT: Chariot racing for a good cause
WHEN: Harvestmere
WHERE: Perivantium
NOTES: OOC info

She's never been this far from Kirkwall before, and Tevinter is wildly different to the culture she's become accustomed to. Clarisse has been fighting the temptation to stop and stare at the massive pillars and intricate architecture as they passed through the city, not to mention all the people who've travelled from all over for the chariot race; but luckily their timeline has been a little too short to allow much stopping for anything.

Clarisse wouldn't describe herself as nervous, but even she would have to admit that she's not exactly feeling at ease, and her agitation has only gotten worse in the hours leading up to the race. She and Vanya have taken a look at a map of the city and she's done her best to memorize the route the race will be taking, but now that they're here, Perivantium seems like a fucking maze stretched out ahead of them.

They're both very capable people, and Clarisse is good at this, but... these horses don't know her, and it's not even as clear cut as trying to win this race would be—instead they've got to trail Solvara's chariot and keep her alive while other people try just as hard to kill her. It's gonna be tricky.

She glances over at Vanya, looking for some hint of nerves, and wonders if her own expression gives anything away. She gives one of the horses a quick pat on the side, is rewarded with nothing other than a ripple of skin as it twitches under her fingers, and then she climbs up into the chariot and tightens her grip on the reins.

"Let's not fuck this up." It's only half directed at Vanya, seems to mostly be a quiet reminder to herself.