The yelp surprised Liliana; Chandra even managed to startle herself with her own enthusiasm. "Why is there a Kaladesh Fleetwheel in here!?" Unlike newer models, the outdated three wheeled racer was closer to a motorcycle than any car. It had been designed for pro races on Kaladesh, but designers managed to come up with bulkier (and uglier) models with a cockpit that didn't force drivers to slow on turns. A modern dragster could take a 90 degree turn with ease, whereas you'd most likely die trying it with the vehicle Chandra was drooling over.

Chandra ran past her sister to inspect to Fleetwheel up close – struggling to keep her hands to herself. Liliana said something behind her, but it was too calm to be heard over the staggering energy powering Chandra's excitement. She knew nothing about Liliana's brother and even less about her mother, but she concluded by process of elimination that it had to have belonged to one of them. There's no way her or Jovi would drive something like this, right? Then again, I wouldn't have guessed she'd be able to handle a bow like an expert hunter either. "Is this yours?" It was clear how desperate for a 'yes' she was.

Liliana chuckled with uncharacteristic sarcasm, implying she found the idea even more unbelievable than Chandra had. "It belongs to dad." Chandra was unable to contain a condescending expression which encouraged Liliana's grin as she clarified, "he never rode it?"

Chandra turned back to the vehicle that was much more fascinating than the conversation. Crouching, with no more than an arms length away, she admired the signature gold and blue paint job while noting its pristine shine. This poor thing hasn't gotten the least bit dirty in a long time. "That's a pretty half assed attempt at a midlife crisis."

"It was a gift." Chandra could hear the slighted undertone and even feel Liliana's eyes rolling as she stepped closer. "If I recall, dad sponsored a racing team. They won something, so they gave him the bike they won with.

Winning a race didn't mean much. There were hundreds on Kaladesh every year, but if winning was profitable enough to warrant giving this away, it must have been a race of note, so it wasn't a totally outside chance that Chandra would recognize the name. "Do you remember who the driver was?"

"I know nothing about it. Until now, I had not even known where it was from."

"That's a shame."Liliana took to wandering around the room as Chandra continued to marvel at the treasure, circling it, gawking at every minute detail. Looks custom, so there's no year, but these were entirely phased out before the war ended, so probably fifteen years old.

She reached the head of the bike and as she noted the larger than average front wheels (makes it tougher to knock around and easier to knock people around with), a shelf behind the tail end of it crossed into her field of vision and a helmet lay next to some small boxes and suddenly, the bike was no longer the most compelling thing in the room.

Running around the vehicle, almost breaking her rule of not touching it in her haste, she needed to inspect the helmet to be sure of what she saw. Along the side of it, a thick gold stripe that broke off into finer, curved lines at the bottom and, up close, there was no denying it. This time, she didn't scream out. Her excitement was so overwhelming that she shut down; her voice became quiet and laboured as if she had taken a jab to the gut. "Th...This was...Depala's bike?"

Liliana heard her, but looked around in silence, searching for someone else that could make sense of that question. There was an inscription on the other side of the helmet that Chandra struggled to read through the shaking of her own body. Jovi, you've helped more people than you can imagine. Forever grateful, Depala.

Abandoning the helmet, Chandra returned to admire the bike with more appreciation than she could have thought possible. "I can't believe it. This is really her fucking bike!"

"I take it Depala is someone famous."

Chandra had to take a moment to forgive her sister's ignorance. "Uhm, yeah. She's pretty much the best and coolest racer ever." She could hear the 10 year old in her as she spoke. "There's no one on Kaladesh that doesn't know who she is." Chandra went silent as she got lost in reminiscence, finding herself too emotional to keep up her hype. "And Depala...She fought with us."

"She was a renegade?"

"Yeah... Hey! I guess your dad funded a terrorist," she chuckled at the fact. "I met her once." Liliana moved closer, expressing interest in the story. "I overheard my mother say she was going to meet her to talk about working with us and like the brat I was, I demanded to come with her. We met her in some alleyway. I can't even remember where."

Chandra noticed how captivated Liliana had become so she turned around, her storytelling becoming more animated. "My mother explained everything to her, that her life and career would be in jeopardy, but she didn't hesitate for a second. Before my mother could even finish her pitch, Depala committed to do whatever it took to make Kaladesh a free plane. My mother had made me wait around a corner, but when they were finished, I stuck my head out." Chandra couldn't help but laugh at the memory.

"Boy oh boy, did I get in trouble for that. I could see the impending punishment on my mother's scowl, but I didn't care. Depala saw me and her face turned from the serious face of someone discussing war terms to this overwhelmingly cheerful smile." Chandra sighed the kind of wispy sigh usually reserved for people recalling their first love. "She called me over, knelt down and told me, 'I'd be honoured if you would let me fight by your side.' I still can't believe I didn't throw up."

Chandra could tell from her thin but pronounced smile and slightly misty eyes that if Liliana wasn't so committed to maintaining an air of dignity, she would have squealed out an, 'awwww.' Understandable. It is a cute story. "Fuck. If I could go tell little Chandra that one day she'd get to see one of her racers too, I would have fought that war twice as hard."

"Did you ever ride one of these things?"

"Tons of times." Man, they're going to sell this thing and I could never ask Jovi not to.

"I wish I knew where the keys were. I doubt dad would care if you rode it as long as you were careful."

Chandra could feel her body become rigid and eyes go wider than they ever had, like a cat that just spotted a snack. Too overwhelmed to remember the concept of personal space, she got all too close to Liliana and asked, "are you serious?"

"Yes?" It sounded like she thought it was a trick question.

"Liliana, I'm serious right now." Chandra was even talking faster than normal. "I need the absolute, honest truth from you. Do you really mean that if we could start this thing, you'd be cool with me riding it?" God, please say yes.

"Yes, but I really have no idea where the keys are."

"Is there anything in here as thin as a wire and made of metal? Preferably not something blessed by the gods of your ancestors." Not surprisingly, Liliana understood what she was getting at and didn't seem to approve. "It won't damage it, I swear."

Curiosity seemed to get the better of Liliana and the two began searching for something suitable, eventually finding a third security alarm that was likely deemed not worthy. Chandra busted it open and found some wiring that would do the trick. She fiddled around under the bike, unplugging various things that provided power to other things. Both of her parents were tech savvy, inventors and geniuses and Chandra felt she was anything but. This was a source of shame for her, but every time she could channel her parents' spirit, it made it all the more satisfying.

"Got it!" Chandra pulled her head out from under the bike and they began the arduous process of working the large bike through doors that were only inches wider than the Fleetwheel. Bobbing up and down the entire time, Chandra wasn't sure she had ever felt anticipation like this as they inched closer to her wildest dream.

"Why do you know how to do that?"

"When you're a rebel, you pick up various skills."

"Did you pick up this particular skill before or after the war was over?"

"Just help me get this thing outside."


After inching the bike through the doorways Liliana ran back in side and reemerged with the helmet that gave birth to this defining moment and handed it to Chandra, who, with confidence she didn't think was there said, "If I wear it, what are you going to wear?"

Liliana looked disappointed, assuming something so dumb couldn't come out of her sister's mouth. "Absolutely not."

Climbing onto the bike, Chandra felt a wild sensation of panic merged with excitement, one she hadn't felt since confessing her feelings to Nissa years ago and it seemed all too appropriate that Liliana was here for this one. "I won't even go faster than a regular bicycle." Examining the lawn, she added, "I can't even go faster than a regular bicycle." Patting the small space behind her, Chandra could see she was winning Liliana over.

After nearly a minute of antsy consideration, Liliana yelled out, "Fine! You promise not to go too fast?"

Chandra gestured to the stone barriers that surrounded the vast yard. It would be a substantial walk from end to end but the size was now relative. "If I go as fast as this thing can, we would both die. I'd like to avoid that."

Liliana sighed and climbed on behind her as she put on Depala's helmet, Chandra was feeling some regret that she wouldn't get to wear it herself, though that had noting to do with safety.. Instinctively, she reached behind her to grab her sister's hands, and wrapped them around her waist, only realizing the intimacy of the action after it was too late. An adolescent lump in her throat formed as she tried to not enjoy the firm grip on her hips, instead focusing on the slight resistance on the start button as the engine went from its anticipating purr to a full roar. The familiar noise and trembling beneath blew away all of her apprehension while she was fairly certain Liliana giggled behind her.

As promised, Chandra didn't push past 30 kilometres and even thought it felt more like she was on a toy than a legendary racer, it was still invigorating. She hadn't driven anything on Dominaria and the breeze here felt different somehow – colder, but in a refreshing way like sitting in front of a house fan; even though it was not what she was used to, Chandra still felt at home

For the first time, Chandra really understood the concept of being a sibling, though she wasn't feeling in the position of being an adult with a slightly older sister. She felt like the senior that had convinced a much younger sister that a ride at an amusement park isn't scary as she lead Liliana on kiddy coasterlike predictable, slow laps. The longer they were at it, the looser Liliana's grip was and Chandra could feel the fear behind her getting blown away by the gentle wind.

Having as much of a fill as she could going so slow, Chandra pulled back in next to the servant's home and put the bike back to sleep and hopped off; she wanted to bow down and kiss the bike out of respect but decided it might have seemed a little odd. "Pretty fun, right?"

"So fun!" Turning away, Liliana seemed to immediately regret this loss of composure. "It was enjoyable. Thank you, Chandra.

Would have been nice to give this thing the ride it deserves, but at least it finally got used and now she's in a good mood, so it's time to talk. "Okay, we need to talk about-"

"It would have been interesting to go a little faster."

That's the third time she's ignored me. It was getting annoying. "Like I said, there's no room."

"We would have plenty of space if we took it somewhere else."

"Absolutely not." The big sister vibes were getting stronger and Chandra wasn't enjoying it this time. She felt out of place being the voice of reason.

"Why not? You know how to drive these things, right?"

"Well, the moral implications of taking a vehicle that doesn't belong to us aside." Chandra couldn't believe she was having to explain something so obvious, but the look of wonder on her sister's face finally clued her in. Look at this house she grew up in; how she speaks and how she acts is so reserved, when she's at home, she's almost always in her room studying. She's never stolen a car, been arrested or fought a war. Chandra realized that the pathetic excuse for a joyride they just took might have been the most adventurous thing Liliana had ever done, so she could understand her pining for more.

"It's too dangerous." It wasn't, but Chandra could hear the echo of her promise to her dead stepbrother.

"Are you or are you not confident in your ability to pilot this on the road?"

"Of course I am, but margins of error exist."

"Should I never do anything with the slightest chance of danger then?" There was resentment in her voice, but Chandra could tell it wasn't actually directed at her and it was painting a picture of her childhood.

"We don't have two helmets."

"Would you be afraid for your own safety without one?"

Chandra's inability to honesty disagree with Liliana's points was weighing on her, as was the increasing desperation in her pleas. She had caused nothing but problems for her sister since they met and Chandra was desperate to make it up to her and desperation had a tendency to overrule logic. There really isn't any danger. There's nothing around here but this fortress so even if it wasn't this late, there'd be no other cars on the road and half of this things top speed is probably enough to satisfy her.

"Fine, I wouldn't be worried, but this still isn't our bike and stealing my stepdads car is way too basic for me to stomach."

"As long as we keep ourselves and the bike safe, dad would be fine with it." As determined to do this as Liliana was, Chandra was fairly certain her character wouldn't allow her to tell a lie like that.

A drawn out, exaggerated sigh was enough of a cue to top off Liliana's excitement. "Fine. We're going to do a lap around your weird castle and I'm staying ten kilometres below to speed limit." Maybe she'll be in a good enough mood when we get back that she'll actually fucking listen to me.

Liliana positioned herself on the back end of the seat and fastened her helmet again. Chandra got on in front of her, and her sister didn't need prompting to secure herself to Chandra's waist. "Now how the hell do I get out to the road?"