Valkyrie looked around her mother's garage, admiring all of the tools that were not so carefully strewn anywhere and everywhere.
Her mother sat not to far away from her, working on another part of the bike. Though Valkyrie couldn't tell just what her mother was doing, the sounds of the work itself seemed almost calming to her.
Soon, she walks closer, watching over her mom's shoulder as she worked. She didn't notice how long she was standing there until Vicky turned to face her.
"Something catch your eye, kid?"
She stumbled back a bit, looking down at her hands and fiddling with her fingers.
"I don't care if you watch, just tell me so I don't get startled and hit ya." Vicky said, chuckling to herself.
"Alright mom.. you mind if I keep watching?" Valkyrie asked timidly.
"Of course not! I'm glad at least you're taking an interest to motorcycles."
"really?" Valkyrie asked, surprised.
"Unfortunately, yea. Dee thinks he's too good to get his hands dirty and heavy's too young for some of this stuff." Victoria mused, with Valkyrie walking back over and peering over her mom's shoulder.
Soon, Vicky began to work again, with Valkyrie keeping close watch. She was mesmerized by the work, already imagining how she would work on her own bike when she was older.
