I need to get a new theme. But effort.
I do miss Shayera.
Blinking over to the princess, Shayera feels a small smile on her lips, her gaze expectant.
“Do you?” There’s some humor in her tone, though not entirely masking the fact that she’s dearly missed Laira as well.
Storm Clouds
“Having her away from Rubyn will not only ease my own mind significantly, but also lessen what little leverage my brother currently has over me,” Laira explains, glancing toward the entrance of her suite when a couple of individuals passed through the curtains with trays. “Excuse me for a moment,” she says, placing her cup down and moving to the front of the room.
Minori watched Laira move out of the corner of her eye and smiled a bit when a small dark haired girl, one of the cook’s daughters, came through the curtains. She tugged lightly at the princess’ shirt and held out a small cluster of flowers to her when she knelt down to address her. “One of the princess’ students,” Minori stated, noticing the questioning looks of the others. “She has been teaching fighting techniques to the daughters of the staff when she is able.”
The captain returned the Thanagarian’s smirk, silent understanding passing between the two of them. She liked her already. “Army captain and commanding officer of the Black Phoenixes,” she answered before nodding in Laira’s direction. “Also, at this time, I’m acting as the princess’ personal bodyguard. I have had personal experience with Rubyn and know full well what he is capable.” She reaches up to unclasp the neck of her jacket and sheds the piece of clothing, exposing her tattooed arms and the grisly scar that runs the entire underside of her right one.
Shayera watched the exchange between the girl and Laira and smiled slightly. Glancing back to Minori, she nodded in understanding at the explanation. When she revealed the scar, Shayera cocked her head to the side.
“He did that to you…” the Thanagarian pursed her lips, frowning. ”When?”
At the Bar
Creeper grabbed the Shirley Temple and sipped it. “Yeah, I come here every couple drinks. I usually go for the cocktails and tasty stuff. I’m not much of a beer guy. So how’s your day been goin’ knocked any heads around?” He asked grinning.
Shayera smiles and shrugs, fingers drumming over the bottle again. ”Cocktails aren’t so bad. But the beer here reminds me of Thanagar,” she replies. ”I managed to knock a few heads around but I haven’t been out much lately. You’ve been busy?”
(Source: mercifulwings)
Storm Clouds
Minori glanced at the princess at the request for both a plan and the desire to know more of her companions, eyes questioning. She would reveal nothing unless approved by her friend.
Laira caught Minori’s look and nodded softly at her silent question. “You may elaborate once Yrra returns, Minori. I trust these women and do not believe that they would put us in danger intentionally.” She looked to Shayera, cup balanced delicately in hand. “At the moment, my plan is to simply track down my brother and return him to his imprisonment. Finding my mother and having her safely retrieved is my primary goal. Until I hear more from my companions, I cannot tell you more than that. There are still too many unknowns.”
Minori shrugged her shoulders, sipping at her tea. “I fear the walls more than your friends, princess.” She glanced up when the Star Sapphire reentered the room and took her seat again. “The companions that the princess spoke of are members of a guard known as the Black Phoenixes. We operate underground, separate from the Jaydian army, and answer to Laira or Empress Akina. None of you have a reason to be wary of me unless you attempt to harm the princess in any sort of way.” She shrugged when Laira nudged her leg with her foot, “I merely state the truth.”
Shayera eyes Minori carefully at the statement and smirks when they make eye contact.
“Understandable,” she says, “You’re a soldier, are you not?” Turning back to Laira, she nods in acknowledgment. ”Then we’re focusing on your mother most of all, I take it.”
MAGIC ANONS, COMMANDS, ASKS- BRING THEM!
(Source: thecrimsonmartyr-archive, via sburb-team-theta)
At the Bar
Creeper raised a brow and looked over to the familiar female voice. His eyes opened widely. “Hawk…female lady?” Creeper tried hard not to misstep, he had no idea if Shayera went by “Hawkgirl” or “Hawkwoman”. He remembered her being called “Hawkgirl” a few times but he figured it didn’t really fit her. She was definitely a woman.
“So what brings ya to Gotham, Wingding?”
Shayera finds herself amused by his nickname and slightly smiles. She remembers talking to the strange man a few times before. But she supposes this is a little different—too accidental and casual.
Shrugging, Shayera shifts in her seat. ”Alcohol. Gotham happens to have better beer than most.” She refrains from saying she actually lives here most of the time, if she’s not up at the Tower. And it’s partly true—Gotham’s drinks are too bad. She tilts her head to the side in question. ”You a regular at this bar?”
(Source: mercifulwings)
Storm Clouds
“In a honesty, determining whether I would walk into a trap is a rather irrelevant thing. Rubyn knows that I will pursue him and if he had wanted to truly disappear, he would have done so. He let himself be caught, not due to a miscalculation, but to cast out temptation,” she muttered out, more to herself. She knew her brother’s games all too well. She’d been playing them long enough, after all.
“Just as my brother has his own allies, I have mine,” Laira replied, a general statement meant to address all three women. She glanced away from the hologram when Minori passed into her quarters through the curtains, tray laden with tea cups and a black kettle balanced easily in one hand. The captain passed behind her and knelt to place the tray on the table next to the tablet. “We discovered this nearly a week ago,” she said, turning her gaze to Shayera and then down to Minori. “You are more familiar with the capital than I am, Minori. Do you recognize the location that we captured this from?”
The soldier glanced up from pouring the hot liquid from the kettle, hands gingerly placing the object back down. “It’s near the border of the Eastern Territory,” she explained, using her fingers to pan out and rotate the image to a different view. She pointed to a portion of the image partially concealed in the background. “You can see the red moon rising from the north.” Her attention returned to pouring the liquid from the kettle into the onyx colored tea cups she’d gathered while in the kitchen. Minori held the first up to the princess before filling the other four. “I requested the kitchen to prepare something. I thought your guests might be hungry,” she stated, passing the other cups out and keeping one for herself. She gave a small smile to Jade when she seemed hesitant to drink, “It is melle and aurantiaco tea. It relieves tension in muscles due to travel.”
Shayera mulls over the information carefully. So he’ll only been seen if he wants to be seen? That sounds like a predatory move. Then they’ll need bait, seeing he already has something against them as well. The Thanagarian crinkles her nose as she thinks to herself.
A cup is placed before her and she glances at the solider who offers it. Raising an eyebrow as the cup is filled with a hot liquid. Glancing up to Laira, she smiles. It’s tea. Taking a sip, Shayera sighs out and feels more at ease. She’s missed that. The kitten Shayera’s lap purrs and she pets it as titls her head to the side.
“Laira, what is your game plan for this?”
What is it you hope to gain? But Shayera withholds that question.
It’s Honesty Hour here 24/7.
Ask anything, anytime. We don’t mind.
If you want the ask to remain private, just tell us so, k?
(Source: wavesoffeelings, via fasterthansupes)
Concerning Laira, Shayera’s afraid Laira won’t accept how much she cares for her. She’s grown fond of the princess and is afraid to admit she considers her a sister. She’s scared Laira won’t ever see her the same way, or doesn’t even care enough at all. She’ll stick with Laira till the end, if she has to, but she’s so scared she’ll lose Laira if she says anything.
Shayera’s greatest fear for Jade is that she won’t be happy. There’s so much Jade has gone through and Shayera feels like Jade is off to a great start—but Shayera knows how fast your world can come crumbling down. She’s afraid for Jade’s happiness.
