It's not so hard a concept; the road rumbling beneath her wheels, miles of unseen scenery passing by on all sides, yet she gave them no thought because all thoughts were concentrated on the process of non-thought, of unseeing, unthinking, unfeeling operation. Perhaps it had to do with what her mind wished to meander to, or perhaps it was something else entirely that she was just too tired to see clearly. She had been traveling more or less nonstop. As she had done before.
How was it she had ended up traveling again? Oh, the usual, she supposed; Remy running off to do… whatever it was Remy did. She didn't ask too many questions, as if some silent agreement had been reached. I won't ask you, you don't ask me; we'll keep our secrets. They met for some things, for the comfort of familiar, human touch, for the comfort of the closest thing they really had for home. Then again, she couldn't speak for him.
She pulled over to rub her eyes, stretch her limbs, breathe in the familiar air of the road, and to take a deep and mighty swig of water. Her throat was parched and her lips nearly cracked and dry. She rolled lip balm over, feeling the odd waxy feel that it provided, as if her lips couldn't touch properly, before she capped it and shoved it away again. The first three days away were the hardest, she'd come to realize, and then she could begin to numb the voices that lay in that part of her mind and concentrate on whatever her task was. Her brain was only barely functioning; heart keep beating, lungs keep breathing, eyes continue seeing, but only to keep alive. She wanted no more than that, lest she go insane with the repetition of it all. The two had spent a successful few months in peace, but it was only a matter of time before they had to separate. They both were too prickly of characters to really work together for terribly long in any semblance of peace and prosperity, like a "real" and "good" couple. What was real, good, normal anyway? Everybody was different, that was normal. She tugged at the gloves on her hands, stretching her fingers beneath the leather. She'd come to have a more or less good grasp on her powers, but uncertainty in her head and in her being made her not have proper concentration to maintain, and thus the gloves were a precautionary measure.
She sat side-saddle on the seat, letting herself absorb her surroundings for a few minutes, instead of being blind, deaf, mute, dumb again. Golden hard earth stretched out for as far as she could see, the only interruption being the road she was traveling on, with it's harsh black and the faded, dusty white lines. The occasional twiggy plant attempted to force it's way up from the ground, cracking it in its feeble attempt, before drying and dying brown and wasted upon the unforgiving earth. She hadn't seen any others travelers recently, which left the wind and the pressing silence as her only real company, which wasn't all that good of company at all. Made her feel actually lonely, something she hadn't felt until she'd really paid attention to just how isolated she was. She wrapped her arms around herself, looking up at the sky. No clouds hovered anywhere, the sun high and hot above. Sweat trickled down her spine, gathering at the base, and puddling to lower things still. She squirmed against the feeling, the slight breeze reaching up the sleeves of her leather jacket and making her shiver.
She unzipped the jacket and fanned it open and close, letting the breeze in to cool. The sweat gelled, even in the heat, just making her clammy instead of cool. She scowled, full lips tightening to a thin, angry line. Her brows furrowed deeply, nearly meeting in the center of her forehead, eyes stormy beneath them. She hated feeling clammy, but she seemed to often. Training, travelling, him in general... she got clammy often. She wanted a shower, but she had miles to go before then.
She must look odd, she realized, standing almost still on the side of the road, like a lost child. How long had she been standing there, looking at nothing? And why? She realized it didn't matter; it wouldn't either way, but no one was watching. A mixed blessing, she supposed, because if someone had been, then maybe she could have company. But there was no one. She slid the helmet back on, feeling the world close off from her, and grateful for her facelessness, then tossed one leg back over the seat, feeling her body meld again to leather and metal. With a growl, her beast was off, racing down the long and empty road.