Lyra’s fixation was on the car. What an odd contraption… Her gaze scanned over the black coloring and intensity it carried through its presence. On the battlefield she had experienced the humans’ creations but never something as simple or sleek as the car. Her head tilted to one side, the car gently rumbled but didn’t shake and the ground under it seemed unaffected by the rumbling. It was… odd.

[color=pink]“A car…”[/color] She repeated, her voice filled with questions and maybe…a hint of excitement? Sure, humans had shown a darker side of themselves with the war but… so did the elves; the amount of people, humans, that had died by her hands weren’t worth of keeping track of but she was just as tainted with red as any of the humans’ machines. But they didn’t just use their machines for destructive purposes; apparently it was also used for transportation. 

She closed the gap between them and she could feel her father tightening with concern behind her, however her movement was as innocent as it was fluid as she spoke in a low whisper, as if it was a secret. [color=pink]“Can I touch it?”[/color] An innocent excitement filled her voice but she didn’t want it to seem prominent so, she reserved her excitement to share between the two of them.

Once at the car, she brought a hand out and hesitated before she placed it on the hood of the car. The hood was warm and the rumble could be felt under the steel. The material felt different compared to what she had encountered during her time on the battle field. This was smooth feeling, almost like silk and it obviously surprised her as she wore the emotion on her face. [color=pink]“It’s so smooth…”[/color] Her voice was soft, almost in awe as she stopped walking and put both of her hands on the car feeling it rumble under the weight of her hands. [color=pink]“It feels like many horses running. But there are none.”[/color] At this point, she was speaking to herself as she walked around the car and pressed her face to the dark glass, she couldn’t see anything then suddenly the glass move and she let out a yip of surprise, springing backwards away from the window and into August as the drive peered over the tinted window with a raised eyebrow of confusion behind his dark sunglasses before rolling the window back up, ignoring the blonde’s weird reaction to the car.

Lyra’s hand rested over her heart, [color=pink]“It moves!”[/color] Their glass didn’t move. And yet the humans had it so dark you couldn’t see inside and it moved up and down. She was astounded and seemed to stare at the vehicle with delight before she realized where she was. [color=pink]“Oh my apologies.”[/color] She said quickly stepping away from him once again before she turned her attention back to the car. [color=pink]“Will you keep one of these… ‘cars’ here? I would surely want to go for a ride.”[/color] Her head rose and fell in a nod as she continued around the car and put her hands on the trunk. 

Confusion spread across her face as she looked over at August, [color=pink]“It’s… it’s not shaking like the other end… is it broken?”[/color]