[ That's all she needs to know, in truth, and Fern gives the mysterious woman and nod of thanks and acknowledgment. She expects for it to end there, though she will also need to figure out how to refuel. It's perhaps something she should ask for clarification about, but the stranger is already walking back to her own vehicle.
And then, those parting words. Fern's not expecting them, blinking a few times in perplexity. In truth, the sentiment is similar to the shifter mantra: "Always be prepared for the journey yet to come." She's had that thought a few times already since arriving here. ]
... Right.
[ Which means now she needs to sort out how to actually ride this thing. She starts with the kickstand, using her heel to ease it up, and then settles her hands back on the handlebars. The right hand controls the throttle, which is what will allow the motorcycle to move forward. She remembers that much, so with a sharp inhale of breath, she tries it. The bike lurches forward, startling her as she squeezes her legs in like she might with a flighty horse. She feels the whole vehicle tip to one side and immediately lets go of the throttle so she can try and regain her balance, her foot finding the hard, gravelly ground once more. Without engaging the brake, though, the bike continues to drift forward.
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And then, those parting words. Fern's not expecting them, blinking a few times in perplexity. In truth, the sentiment is similar to the shifter mantra: "Always be prepared for the journey yet to come." She's had that thought a few times already since arriving here. ]
... Right.
[ Which means now she needs to sort out how to actually ride this thing. She starts with the kickstand, using her heel to ease it up, and then settles her hands back on the handlebars. The right hand controls the throttle, which is what will allow the motorcycle to move forward. She remembers that much, so with a sharp inhale of breath, she tries it. The bike lurches forward, startling her as she squeezes her legs in like she might with a flighty horse. She feels the whole vehicle tip to one side and immediately lets go of the throttle so she can try and regain her balance, her foot finding the hard, gravelly ground once more. Without engaging the brake, though, the bike continues to drift forward.
Well. This is going to take some practice. ]