10/09: Motorcycle

I think I saw genuine surprise on Asra-miir’s face for the first time, in a long time, the moment he came back to the shop with Muriel-kos. Lucio and I ended up compromising on using a set of rowan-wood pickets, posts, and top rails with cans of gold paint to cover them with. Lucio was very intent on having the fence be gold, but I was lucky he backed down when I finally drew the reason for his fence building out of him.

It was sweet to know that he wanted to build a fence together with me as practice for fence building in a place we could live in together for the future. However, I needed to remind him that while he gets excited about what he wants and likes, mine need to be included if this is “our” fence--hence the fence set being bought. After walking back to the Magic Shop, we began tearing down the old fence and rebuilt the new one with the newly bought pieces of wood. Finally, after hours of intensive labor, Lucio and I sat outside the shop’s front entrance; taking a well-earned rest.

It was then Asra-miir and Muriel-kos showed up; their eyes widen in surprise at the quaint job we’d made on the new fence. Immediately, Asra is first to take a look at Lucio, “I never thought you’d have it in you to not mess up anything...”

He clicks his tongue and winks, “I’m full of surprises, Az~”

Muriel-kos only remains silent, nodding his head in agreement. The white-haired magician looked over to Muriel, “Well, it would seem a bet is a bet. Do you mind making sure it doesn’t break while I summon it?”

The former gladiator gave the violet-eyed man a curt nod; Asra-miir then began chanting spells in a language I’d never heard him speak before as he a glowing ball of light gradually increased in size and brightness. When it then vanished out of existence, a tired Asra-miir was leaning agasint Muriel-kos while I was very confused at the object in front of me.

It was made of metal, perhaps copper or brass, and it looked like it had refined wheels, more than what I’ve seen from the occasional carriages in Vesuvia. There were a plethora of accessories littered along the frames and cylinders I did not recognize, but given the fact the whole thing was gold with varying rubies on it, I’m sure Lucio was eating it up.

The loudest squeal of excitement burst out of Lucio’s lungs as he gave Asra-miir and Muriel-kos multiple, suffocating hugs, “AZ YOU DIDN’T!”

“A bet is a bet...” Asra-miir seems to wince at the hugs he’s being given.

Meanwhile, I approach the side of the vehicle, “So, Lushiyo, what is this?”

Immediately, Lucio rushes over to the vehicle, opening the back compartment and pulling out two headwear for us; he takes the seat in front and gestures, “It’s a motorcycle. Get on, baby! We’ve got streets to burn!”