Spring 70, 510AV
"One. Two. Three." Kamrynn leaped into the air, tucking his knees into his chest and leaning over backwards. He threw an arm out to the side -to add a half twist- and landed unceremoniously on his bottom.
His sword and personal effects lay a few feet away in the lush green grass, and the sun shone blessedly warm from above. Even as he leaned over to pat his bruised hide quarters gingerly, Kamrynn couldn't be upset. It was a gorgeous day.
Hoisting himself to his feet, the off duty knight tried again -with similar results. What he needed was a tutor, someone who actually knew how to do what he was attempting, but alas, there were no acrobats amongst the Syliran knights.
He sighed and looked around, hoping no one was around to see his failure. And just his luck, there was indeed a witness to his foolish antics. His cheeks turned a deep red, and he waved sheepishly to the new comer.