“ agreed. yeah, it’s nice. but you know what they say about nice things... they don’t last long. or at least, my experience. ” shayera is friendly with her, of course. though there’s a certain level of shame that’s guarded behind harsh words when around anyone in the league. “ yeah well, i figured bruce’s panties would be in a twist and clark would need his cape pulled out from his ass. so i thought i’d stop by. ”

kyle was always so.... nice. refreshing, sure. shayera needed nice people in her life. but she knew she wasn’t a favorite of the lanterns. especially when she knocked four of them out single-handly. “ oh, great. ” sarcasm isn’t hidden. “ well i’m sure they’re all happy rainbows right now. how are you doing, though? ”

leaning forward slightly she meets her, hand finding hers, and giving a soft shake. she releases the hold quickly, a dip of greeting offered. the girl seemed happy. peppy. she supposed that was good. “ well hey there, sunshine. ” shayera smirks slightly, dimples appearing. “ shayera. hawk girl. the myth. the legend. the wings get around, you know. ”

    “ air traffic was--- is the worst. for a girl with wings, at least. ” smile is friendly as she turns her attention towards her now younger companion. “ oh come on, ” she teases, eyeing him up and down with playfulness as arms fold over her chest easily. “ no jetpack or cool levitation to get you around, kid? ”

    “ uh, yeah. ” emphasis on the yeah. “ i guess you’d have to fly everyday up there to tell. in the future, i mean. i wasn’t choking on smog coming in from the city to get here which was nice. not near as much as it will be polluted. ” she confesses, shayera offering a smile between fast paced words, dimples appearing. 

   “ i haven’t even thought about food. you’re right though--- besides the giant turkey legs aren’t so giant. ” she’s joking, but not really. “ oh yeah. the big man was captured or something, right? the owner of this bed & breakfast? ”

   “ how unconventional. ” or more so for shayera, how unnatural. but not everyone was born with wings and grew up flying as she had. “ yeah, that’d be pretty shitty if the windows were opened. then i’d have to come save everyone. ” cockiness is laced into words, of course. “ it is. but not all glorious. do you know how many bugs i’ve swallowed? ”

‘‘ i’d be the slightest bit concerned if you weren’t. ” sarcasm is evident ( however playful ) , before shayera steps forward and closer with a smirk of greeting. “ so, who are you? ” no beating around the bush for shayera. 

“ i can only agree. but i find myself flying over them, time and time again. that doesn’t make them the least bit happy but i don’t care--- also it’s fun to watch them squirm. though i get not everyone has cool wings to fly over people. ” there’s a friendliness within the redheads tone, eyes are kind. “ no worries though, this shitshow is over in the future. ”

   once his words are spoken, thoughts pull together to recognize this is a man from the past. well, her past. his present. “ this planet isn’t in the best shape in the future, no. however it isn’t in the worst either. ” shoulders lift in a idle shrug, vast wings moving with her within the movement. “ i’ve gotten around and this planet still has greenery. trees. water. on other planets-- that’s a scarce resource. ” 

there’s a sense of hesitation about shayera, especially given kyle is a piece of something she used to belong to. a small smile after his words before lifting her head, eyes more serious. “ yeah... ” her words are quiet, not holding the usual roughness. “ it’s good to see you kyle. the rest of the league, are they here? ”

“ FIRE’S fun, as long as you aren’t getting burned. ” shayera muses easily, smirk coming out to play. she eyes the table curiously. with interest. always ready to gain a new skill or fact need be. “ it’s just a table, sweetheart. try again. ” she encourages. 

“ I’LL be honest, the best part of 1973 so far is the air quality. do you know how nice it is to fly around without choking on smog ?? also the lack of air traffic is nice. more flying, less dodging. ”

“ I’M not just anyone. ” she scoffs, as if the words are a insult. “ come on. aren’t the giant wings a dead giveway? ” shayera releases a hot huff of air, eyes rolling. disappointed in the lack of knowledge he had in her. “ despite the red hair, i don’t breathe fire. but hey, there’s plenty of limbs around. if you work fast enough you might get a spark by midnight. ” 

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