09-05-2026, 09:57 PM
Ilesha wasn't good with people. Bikes she was great with. People not so much. So when they didn't really have much in common she sat down in a chair and felt awkward. It was an awkward silence that needed to be filled. And she didn't really know how to fill it.
She picked up one of the peices of scrap on her coffee table and played with the metal between her fingers and hummed one of her favorite songs and embraced the light within to manipulate the folds and the weaknesses and just played with the scrap. She looked up at Claude and in a sing song voice to keep the power flowing she asked. "What's the strangest thing you've seen?" There was a lot of strange out there. Nox lost his arm to one, he even burnt down the house of some canibals. She couldn't even imagine Claude's life. And she'd just heard second hand stories about Nox's tails.
She picked up one of the peices of scrap on her coffee table and played with the metal between her fingers and hummed one of her favorite songs and embraced the light within to manipulate the folds and the weaknesses and just played with the scrap. She looked up at Claude and in a sing song voice to keep the power flowing she asked. "What's the strangest thing you've seen?" There was a lot of strange out there. Nox lost his arm to one, he even burnt down the house of some canibals. She couldn't even imagine Claude's life. And she'd just heard second hand stories about Nox's tails.