[It really should come as no real surprise that Sypha loves cars. Her people are wanderers and vagabonds, always on the move, old friends to riverboats and railways and everything in between — but cars are a luxury that their lifestyle could never sustain, and so it's really only now that she's been presented with the opportunity to get to know one up close and personal.
It's beautiful in her eyes, even if the shape objectively is funny and clunky and the color is a little bit awful. It's like a plaything, almost, filled with metal that glitters and catches the eye, decked with mirrors and hubcaps and levers to make it go. (And a horn! The horn is magnificent, even if someone always whines that she's loud enough to wake the dead every time she hits it.) But most of all, it's freedom — not just the ability to go, but the opportunity to do it entirely of her own volition, not subject to schedules and tickets and boarding times. With a car, one simply sits and goes, anywhere that there's a road and a will to follow it.
So perhaps unsurprisingly, she's sitting behind the wheel when Alucard appears in the doorway; the car is off, thankfully, but that hasn't stopped her from settling into the driver's seat and looking around, like she's familiarizing herself with the control for the hundred millionth time.]
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It's beautiful in her eyes, even if the shape objectively is funny and clunky and the color is a little bit awful. It's like a plaything, almost, filled with metal that glitters and catches the eye, decked with mirrors and hubcaps and levers to make it go. (And a horn! The horn is magnificent, even if someone always whines that she's loud enough to wake the dead every time she hits it.) But most of all, it's freedom — not just the ability to go, but the opportunity to do it entirely of her own volition, not subject to schedules and tickets and boarding times. With a car, one simply sits and goes, anywhere that there's a road and a will to follow it.
So perhaps unsurprisingly, she's sitting behind the wheel when Alucard appears in the doorway; the car is off, thankfully, but that hasn't stopped her from settling into the driver's seat and looking around, like she's familiarizing herself with the control for the hundred millionth time.]
Alucard! Good morning!