When he arrives, Bella's standing in the garage; it doesn't have room for a car - Charlie parks on the street and Bella used to park in the driveway before her station wagon got busted. But it has room for a motorcycle.
She's had a while to design it now, and what she doesn't know about motorcycle functionality she can let the magic handle. "Behold," she intones, and burns a pentagon.
It appears.
It's sleek and beetle-black and detailed in brilliant gold with patterns like thin vines twining around all its edges. If it were an inch long and strung on a chain it'd be jewelry; instead it's like a metallic animal crouched on the floor of the garage.
"Doesn't need gas," Bella brags. "Can use it in case someone's watching me though."
She wishes on another pentagon, because she wants her riding gear (pants, jacket, fingerless gloves, and a pair of short-heeled half-calf boots) to have certain properties. "Repels water, helpfully temperature-regulating whether warm or cold," she says. There's a helmet too, appearing in the same conjuration, equally shiny, although whether she'll use it or it's just for show is anyone's guess.
It's black with gold designs on it too, and it fits like a sexy, sexy glove.
"After you went and got me such a silly present I just had to go ahead and get my motorcycle license," she shrugs, petting the soft leather on her thigh.
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She's had a while to design it now, and what she doesn't know about motorcycle functionality she can let the magic handle. "Behold," she intones, and burns a pentagon.
It appears.
It's sleek and beetle-black and detailed in brilliant gold with patterns like thin vines twining around all its edges. If it were an inch long and strung on a chain it'd be jewelry; instead it's like a metallic animal crouched on the floor of the garage.
"Doesn't need gas," Bella brags. "Can use it in case someone's watching me though."
She wishes on another pentagon, because she wants her riding gear (pants, jacket, fingerless gloves, and a pair of short-heeled half-calf boots) to have certain properties. "Repels water, helpfully temperature-regulating whether warm or cold," she says. There's a helmet too, appearing in the same conjuration, equally shiny, although whether she'll use it or it's just for show is anyone's guess.
It's black with gold designs on it too, and it fits like a sexy, sexy glove.
"After you went and got me such a silly present I just had to go ahead and get my motorcycle license," she shrugs, petting the soft leather on her thigh.