It was mid afternoon. Along a dusty road a girl in her mid teens was riding an old motorrad She wore a hat that had fluffy ear caps that were held up by a pair of goggles that rested in the middle of them. Her hair was short and she could of been easily mistaken for a boy. She wore Her long brown coat and scarf that covered her black leather jacket, above her waist was a large belt that held up her trousers.
On the motorbike she was riding sat a sleeping bag tied to the back with two containers either side.

“Kinooo” A childish voice could be heard close to her. “It feels like we’ve been riding down this same road for hours”

“Be patient Hermes” Kino replied. “We should arrive by nightfall”

“Don’t you get bored Kino? I’ve been going at the same speed for hours, and the road never changes, theres no bumps and it’s perfectly flat”

“I tend to preoccupy myself by thinking about things”
“What sort of things?” The motorrad replied
“You wouldn’t be interested”