#fenixtj

"I haven't done anything" Cinder corrects

"RIght.. I haven't done anything" He nods "And I got some work horse in my blood.. I got to do before folks make a fuss"

"You're growing up strong, and obeying your dam." Jessica points out. "Most of the time." Honestly. "That's not nothing."

"Well, " He seems unswayed, "Nope. Got to earn it more than that. "But he has finished his apple.

"You've corrupted the youth" Siv tisks at her sister "he sounds like you"

"He comes from good stock. I think." Jessica seems to agree.

Cinder gives a whinny laugh and grooms her son's mane

"Well, no denying that last, he's a fine lad, Cinder. You and his sire should be right proud despite his protests" Mmm

"Thank you, Captain," Cinder says "And perhaps yes, Smoke might visit"

Jessica mutters something and then nods. "Cinder, we'll arrange for a visit, as you like."

"Fear not, Jessica, I'lll not let them steam me way nor my son" ears flicking at the mutter

Then the firemare mmphs

Siv looks VERY curious, but minds her own

Jessica looks unapologetic, but also not following up.

Siv sighs then says "Come on, sis. Join you on patrol?"

She nods. "If you like, sure. Cinder, Smoke, excuse us?"

"But of course" She says "See you next ride. Say good bye smoke"

"Adios" he chimes

"Bye" Siv waves, then heads off with his sister "Destiny huh? "

"Yes. Don't we all?"

"Oh you said that to make that cute little stallion feel better?" A smile "Sis, I do believe you have your softie moments"

"Not entirely. But that doesn't make it less true."

Jessica picks up her maul and if Siv is ready, they head out into the streets of Renaissance. They start at Fenix, but she plans to do a wide sweep of the city. "Car or bike?"

Siv moves with hand on Quill's hilt, "I'm up for either" She says "Bike might be more fun"

"I'm driving." She says firmly.

"A sloooow ride it is"

Jessica gives her an eyebrow, and takes her to the motorcycle Duff got her. It's under shelter, and her gear (and some extra) hang nearby."

Her sister joins her

"Grab what fits." And she dons her own gear, checks the bike out.

And she grabs what fits, then gets on. While perhaps not the biggest member of her family, she is still a troll

And thus, there's some stuff that fits. Horns are always an issue, but.....

..... and soon they are zooming along streets and thoroughfares as she makes a wide sweep around the entire city, her County.

"I do love some of the colorful stylings they put their doors in"

Jessica nods agreement while keeping her eyes on the road.

And little did the two sisters realize what they were about to face on this patrol...