"Those aren't fruit, my daughter," Claude cleared his throat. "They're... um, 'electric lights.' Lights that shine using 'electricity.'"
"Electricity?" As the mother, Juno gasped softly, her hand instinctively going to the Holy Emblem Necklace on her chest. "Is that the same terrifying light that tears the sky asunder when the Thunder God roars? Merciful Oriane, how can such a violent power be confined within this tiny glass orb, and remain so docile and serene?"
Just then, a low, powerful RUMBLE sounded.
An "iron box," painted deep green with a rugged design, moved smoothly past their carriage, overtaking it without any horses to pull it.
Two round "eyes" on its front cast brilliant beams of light, completely illuminating the road ahead.
"Look! It's the little box! It runs all by itself!" Bobby pointed with her little finger at the car as it receded into the distance.
"That's a motor car, little one," a gentle, slightly raspy voice said.
