"Well, Lonnie-kins," Morgana grinned at the face Avalon made when Moorgana used her sister's least-favourite nickname, but the two of them were close enough that the teasing was never hurtful. "It's kind-of in three parts, really. Here's part one."  She pulled an envelope out of the pocket of the leather jacket she almost always wore. It was rumoured she even wore it to bed but that wasn't true. The letters "DMV" were emblazoned on the front and the words "Motor Cycle Safety Training" were written under them in smaller print.<br/><br/>"I figured it was about time you got your own ride. I know I broke up with Yvette, so yes I have space on the back of the Hog again, but you know that's not gonna last long. So, here... You need to ride safe, and so you need to take the course. Okay?" The envelope contained registration documents all filled out for the State MCST course, the fee already paid. "You can have parts two and three tonight."<br/><br/>She poured herself another coffee and eased her shoulder slightly, with a wince. "Weather's changing again. Or something is. I had a nightmare about it too. Weird, huh? Hey, c'mere sis." She set her mug down and held her arms out, gave her kid sister a hug. "We're safe now. Mom's got a restraining order against him, he can't come within a mile of here, or we call the cops and he gets arrested. We're safe..."<br/><br/>But in that case, why did she feel so weird, so uncertain, all of a sudden. The break-up with Yvette, her girlfriend of two years, hadn't been all that pleasant, but she was over it and was looking around for a new pillion partner. So that wasn't it. No, it was something else, some weird "spider-sense" that was tingling. But that analogy wouldn't do. No, she needed one that could include Avalon.<br/><br/>"Hmm... I sense a disturbance in the Force, young Padawan...?"