“Ready?” she asked, her eyes already glinting with mischief as her fingers tightened on Jerry’s reins.

You hovered beside her in the air, arms crossed, cape fluttering, trying very hard not to smile like a lovestruck idiot. But you were. A little. Maybe a lot. Because Yara Flor—goddess-blooded, sky-born, fearless—was grinning at you like you were the only other person who mattered on Earth.

And right now, you kind of felt like it.

“I was born ready,” you replied, only to immediately yelp as Jerry’s wings shot out in a powerful surge and Yara whooped with delight, dragging you into a dive over the lush canopy of the Amazon.

The wind screamed past your ears, the thick emerald jungle below becoming a blur of color and movement. Waterfalls carved silver lines down cliffs. Birds scattered in flashes of red and blue. And Yara—she just laughed, wild and unapologetic, as she leaned low over her Pegasus’s mane.

“I told you Brazil was beautiful,” she shouted over her shoulder, twisting to flash a wink. “You just didn’t believe me until now.”

“I believe you,” you managed, breathless not from speed—but from her. From this. From the freedom of it all. “I just didn’t think I’d be seeing it riding a flying horse next to Wonder Girl.”

“Technically I’m a Wonder Woman now,” she teased, looping into a spiral. “Keep up, space boy.”

You caught her in a corkscrew, matching her with effortless grace, letting your powers do the work while your heart did the hard part—staying steady around her. Because flying next to Yara was like dancing with a hurricane. Unpredictable. Fierce. Joyful.

The two of you soared over rivers that glittered like mirrors, over tiny villages nestled between trees, and finally, up into a break in the sky that opened into nothing but stars.

She slowed Jerry then, letting him glide. You hovered close.

“You know,” she said, her voice softer now, “most people come here and never look past the touristy stuff. But you… you actually see it. I think that’s why I like showing you this.”

You turned to her, eyes meeting.

“I think I just see it through you,” you murmured.

Yara didn’t say anything. Just smiled in that quiet, devastating way of hers. Like she’d heard something she wasn’t ready to believe—but wanted to. Jerry beat his wings once, carrying you both into the clouds again.

And for a while, the two of you flew in silence. Best friends. Partners. Two forces from different worlds, finding peace in the same sky.