Props to anyone who catches my sad, sad reference.
[Isis didn't wake up this morning feeling unlike herself. Really, she didn't. She was doing just fine until she ventured out into the DR, determined to try and find at least one hobby she and Malik can share together.
But that, understandably, led her to a motorbike shop. Which rather turned her world upside down. How could she never have noticed before? Everything her life was missing - excitement, thrills, pizzazz - this simple vehicle embodies it all.
She took one for a test ride. It was as if she'd been riding for years, somehow. Clearly she must be fated, then. Fated to own one of these machines!
And after that, well, she couldn't ride it in a dress, now could she...?
So long story short, here's Isis, hitting the highway DR like a battering ram on a silver-black phantom bike. She's still herself enough to marvel at this.
For now.]
But that, understandably, led her to a motorbike shop. Which rather turned her world upside down. How could she never have noticed before? Everything her life was missing - excitement, thrills, pizzazz - this simple vehicle embodies it all.
She took one for a test ride. It was as if she'd been riding for years, somehow. Clearly she must be fated, then. Fated to own one of these machines!
And after that, well, she couldn't ride it in a dress, now could she...?
So long story short, here's Isis, hitting the highway DR like a battering ram on a silver-black phantom bike. She's still herself enough to marvel at this.
For now.]