A ride

Jp with Omni and Zeeke
Paris, France
May 9, 1889 - Afternoon
Ellington Residence

After the brief meeting with Lord Andrews, Anges Dumont was led to his room where he unpacked his things for his stay in the Ellington Residence. There he changed clothes to prepare for his venture into town and for dinner that evening. He donned a top hat, attached his Expo pin, and went out to find Gemma for a ride into the city proper.

Andrew unpacked a small bag. Life in India and being pursued taught him to pack light. Changing his clothing, into something more appropriate for afternoon outing, Tristin headed down. His clothing was tailored Indian and all white with gold colored cloth that decorated and draped his right shoulder. He carried a bowler hat. On his under the sash he wore the mage guild pin and the Exhibit pass on the sash.

Coming down he caught up with Dumont. Getting ready to step out on the town. With his hands together in an Indian greeting, Tristin bowed slightly.
"Dumont. Might I join you?" Tristin said with a smile.

“Of course, Lord Andrews. You can take a look at our new steam coach.” said Dumont, and the two headed out into the cul-de-sac and around to the carriage house where Gemma was underneath the steam coach checking and adjusting the bits and bobs of it. As soon as she heard the shoes on gravel she was fast to her feet and a little out of breath.

“-eadin’ off again?” she asked.

“Oui. To the Guilde de la Magie, mon Petite.” Dumont said.

“It’s lucky for ye I stayed ‘round ‘ere ta grease the brakin’ system…” she sighed, catching her breath. “Oo’s yor friend?” she asked, looking curiously at Tristen. “ee comin’ too?”

“Forgive me, mon Seigneur. Lord Andrews, this is Miss Gemma Aberly, our esteemed engineer. Gemma, meet Lord Tristen Andrews from Bombay, India. He will be joining me for the afternoon.”

“Oh dear. My manners! Sorry, m’Lord.” she curtsied and noted his ring. “Aberly. Research and Development for the Order. Plezha to make yor acquaintance.”

"Mademoiselle Aberly, I am sure we will become good friends. I have been know to race things like these." Tristin said while removing his hat and with with a bit of a head nod.
Returning his hat to his head he walked around the carriage while he smile. Then walking over and looked at the controls and the gauges.

"She is a beauty would you not say, Dumont," Tristin said leaving it ambiguous if he was speaking about the carriage or the woman.
Turning to look at them he smiled a bit.
"I have heard that the Germans have produced a breaking system that uses a caliper, powered by hydraulics of all things," He said with a laugh.
"So, what is her range and top speed?" Tristin asked with a smile and looking at Gemma.
A girl that could fix a vehicle was attractive, even in work clothes and with a bit of grease on her face.

The rouge was hard to hide even behind the female gnome’s soot pocked face as she blushed.

“I’m afraid she weren’ mean’ for racin’, m’Lord. But she is likely to ge’ up to ‘round 24 km/h. No’ quite a race ‘orse, but we are proud of ‘er. If yor ready, sirs, I can take ye to guild row.” said Gemma.

"Everything is meant for racing, Madeoiselle," he said.
"Not everything is meant for speed and some races are about speed, others distance or endurance, " Tristin added as he spoke to the woman.
"I once watched men betting on a snail race," he added.
He did not include the fact that he had salted the track to make sure his snail won.
She nodded, "Aye. True tha' is. I've done my fair share of wagerin' on races of all sorts. Well..." she clapped. "Let's ge' ye both into town then, shall we?"

Gemma opened the doors for the two men and they climbed up into the coach.