The new footpeg holds firm as evening settles over the neighborhood. Wild Flower Dave mounts, Wild Flower Violet takes the passenger seat, and RSV4 rolls away from the park beneath the first streetlights.
Wild Flower Dave
Spacer stayed put, buddy. Let’s give it an easy start and feel out the repair.
His engine note settles into a smooth rhythm. RSV4 carries them past quiet storefronts, the repaired peg supporting Dave’s boot while Violet’s hands rest securely around him.
Wild Flower Violet
This is exactly what I needed. Not fast, just moving.
RSV4
The replacement peg stays square under the load.
At the next calm intersection, Dave eases through the turn and briefly checks the peg without stopping. It remains aligned, and the ride opens into a long, cooling stretch of road.
Wild Flower Dave
Everything feels solid. We’ll keep cruising and let the evening do the rest.
“I ask Violet about her evening”
SUCCESS (Good Diplomacy, rolled +1)
RSV4
Violet, how has your evening been?
Violet leans comfortably against Dave as the neighborhood slips by in calm pools of streetlight. Her hands remain secure around him, and her voice comes easily now.
Wild Flower Violet
It’s been good. I started the day restless, but this helped. I needed the quiet, and I needed to feel the motion without having to manage everything myself.
Dave’s shoulders ease beneath her arms. He keeps their pace steady through the next block, giving Violet room to enjoy the answer she has just found for herself.
Wild Flower Dave
Then we’ll call it a good evening. No schedule, no pressure. We can stay out a little longer or head home whenever you’re ready.
Wild Flower Violet
A little longer sounds perfect. I’m happy right here.
The three of them continue through the settled neighborhood, carrying the evening gently toward home. Nothing else needs fixing tonight; the ride has done what Violet hoped it would.
The repaired footpeg held through the first turn, steady beneath Violet's weight. The park fell behind them as RSV4 settled into an easy evening rhythm.
Wild Flower Violet
That helped. The motion, the quiet... I can breathe again.
Wild Flower Dave
Then we keep cruising. No pressure.
Wild Flower Violet
A little longer, please.
RSV4
Easy pace. Homeward.
RSV4 carried Dave and Violet onward beneath the softening evening light, its repaired footpeg secure and its engine calm. Violet's restlessness eased into the steady cadence of the road, and together they continued toward home without hurry. The ride had become exactly what she needed: quiet, motion, and release.