"Me riding on your saddle is not my choice. You chose to catch me. However, questions are not allowed." She bends down and taps the left shoulder of the user, which makes the being, to some extent, face her. His face was not clear, but she could see that a pale orange painted his lips on the upper and lower lines; the iris of his eyes was like endless hexagonal. He was one of those moderate ranks. Wearing a Tuscan Sun one-piece suit uniform. Baldhead and a huge swollen scar in between the back of his head. It looks like it does hurt, but she did not mind that.
"Eyes on the Road," She warned him. He laughed and nodded.
"I am Yriax Ike, and you must be the infamous Ciana Aolina, yeah?" He reaches his one hand out.
"Put that hand back on the handles!"
"Oh? But where is the fun on that?" He teased. He let his second hand leave the other handle, "You must enjoy the cycle's gift."
