Fight on a Tuesday
It's been awhile since Kendra Saunders has last heard from Carter Hall, she muses as she flies over St. Roch late one Tuesday night. The broad, powerful wings strapped to her body flap gently in the night as she soars around a particularly high spire, breathing in the musky, spicy scent of the Louisiana night.
She wouldn't be telling the truth if she said she wasn't worried. Truth was, lately, all she could think about was Carter. Part of it, possibly, was caused by certain realizations she'd been having in regards to the feelings she might or might not be having for him. Another part of it was simply because of the fact that she didn't know St. Roch as well as Carter did, and though she'd been reading up on it, it wasn't quite the same.
As she flew past Stonechat, she peered in, looking through a window at a display that let on a little bit about St. Roch's past. The city, Kendra was beginning to learn, was largely mystical in nature. More so than she had thought. How convenient, she mused. First, I find out I'm...you know...and then I find out that the city that I'm supposed to protect has a weird mystical past. She curved upwards back into the sky.
It had been a quiet few weeks. That was a nice change, but it had put the young woman on edge more than she'd care to admit.
I can protect this city. I know I can. There's a reason I'm Hawkgirl, and a reason that Carter entrusted St. Roch to me.
She wouldn't be telling the truth if she said she wasn't worried. Truth was, lately, all she could think about was Carter. Part of it, possibly, was caused by certain realizations she'd been having in regards to the feelings she might or might not be having for him. Another part of it was simply because of the fact that she didn't know St. Roch as well as Carter did, and though she'd been reading up on it, it wasn't quite the same.
As she flew past Stonechat, she peered in, looking through a window at a display that let on a little bit about St. Roch's past. The city, Kendra was beginning to learn, was largely mystical in nature. More so than she had thought. How convenient, she mused. First, I find out I'm...you know...and then I find out that the city that I'm supposed to protect has a weird mystical past. She curved upwards back into the sky.
It had been a quiet few weeks. That was a nice change, but it had put the young woman on edge more than she'd care to admit.
I can protect this city. I know I can. There's a reason I'm Hawkgirl, and a reason that Carter entrusted St. Roch to me.