[From before the wheel, Wysteria turns to fire a long-suffering look in Bastien's direction. It's a very, very brief glance albeit no less tart for its brevity. Yes, yes, Enchanter. She will be the very image of patience. Future generations will etch out her portrait with which to embody it.
While Marcus acquaints himself the threat of rubberneckers bending to peer in their direction (Yet.), Wysteria taps at the pedals near her feet. The roar of the—phaeton, she decides—ratchets up by a few satisfying degrees in answer.]
Something must tell it how to go forward, [she has only begun to mutter; and thus the gear shift on the steering column clicks helpfully into place seemingly of its own volition.
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While Marcus acquaints himself the threat of rubberneckers bending to peer in their direction (Yet.), Wysteria taps at the pedals near her feet. The roar of the—phaeton, she decides—ratchets up by a few satisfying degrees in answer.]
Something must tell it how to go forward, [she has only begun to mutter; and thus the gear shift on the steering column clicks helpfully into place seemingly of its own volition.
The phaeton begins rolling.]