Firekeeper cocked her head to one side, trying to puzzle that one out. Finally, she exhaled in an exasperated snort. "I cannot make heads nor tails of it."
Blind Seer snuffled. "I'm afraid I won't be of much help, either. What on earth is a 'tyre'?" He hung back, unwilling to approach the car. Neither he nor Firekeeper were positive of how they worked--it was on the same principle as a cart, though without visible means of anything pulling it, and he had no wish of being suddenly trampled. And they perpetually smelled of burning things.
Firekeeper edged a little closer, shaking water out of her eyes. "What is? Do not know what you mean."