Shayera was soaring through the skies above the city buildings. Her wings were spread wide, gliding smoothly as she took in the view. The evening was warm and quiet, and the air was clear. The sun was just beginning to set, bathing the city in an orange-pink light when she received a call to report to the Justice League Watchtower. “On my way.” Upon entry she laid eyes on a friend of her’s. “Funny seeing you here.”