16579/Genoshan Summer

Genoshan Summer
Date of Scene:	15 December 2023
Location:	Genosha
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Kiana, Roy Harper

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Kiana has posed:
While the cold weather has come to East Coast cities like Starling City, New York and Gotham, over on the other side of the world, and below the Equator, summer is just beginning to reach full swing.

So it is on Genosha. The small island nation is still recovering from being so savagely obliterated by Brainiac's sentinels nearly four years ago. Though the land has largely recovered in the unsettled areas, the vegetation thriving again.

The cities have been undergoing around the clock construction. The use of mutant powers that had original turned Genosha into a technological society (albeit as slave labor) is now rebuild the mutant and human nation through mutual concern and work.

Tourism has returned, and there has been an influx of settlers, people come for the jobs that are in abundance. The island might be sporting as many as a half million people again, if but a fraction of the earlier population.

Today is a bright sunny day. It's warm enough to cause one to break out in a sweat, though the fair ocean breezes help to moderate the heat. The azure waters lap up on white sand beaches where a lifeguard is on watch, and people lie here and there on towels or in beach chairs. It isn't too crowded though, which also may add to the appeal. Offshore a few people are riding surfboards over moderately sized waves that break over the coral reefs. Those reefs are teeming with aquatic life, drawing snorkelers who float above or dive down among the varied sealife.

Roy Harper has posed:
This is definitely not his usual stomping grounds.

It is not that Roy Harper isn't relatively well travelled despite his age. His association with Oliver Queen, his work with the DEA and SHIELD and of course his off-hour activities as Arsenal pretty much insure that he has seen far more of the world then most people his age.

Still, his many travels have never brought him to Genosha before admittedly. And while this is not his ultimate destination, it seems to be a shame to not at least take advantage of being in this part of the world for a day or two.

He's not slacking or taking advantage of the lovely, definitely non-wintery weather. He's broadening his horizons.

So while his ultimate goal is to continue to investigate the mysterious and troublesome Triad that Team Arrow is dealing with back in Hell's Kitchen in New York, there's no real harm in taking a day or two for himself. To, ahhh, broaden his personal horizons.

On the beach. Fancy that.

Which is why the redheaded archer is currently paddling out into the surf, straddling his surfboard, sunglasses perched on his nose to cut down on the bright glare of the sun reflecting off the water.

Yeah, he's feeling much more broad already.

Kiana has posed:
Viewed from beneath, a surfboard riding on an ocean wave is an interesting sight. Sleek and the little fin beneath knife through the water. Kiana hovers below, down by the coral that is causing the waves to stack up and break to the delight of the surfers.

She hasn't really gone to see the rest of the island since her arrival. Being checked out at the hospital was so foreign, and there were so many people. So she's mostly stayed at the hidden cove where she found an abandoned surf shack. And talking with Old Ned as he makes more jewelry for his stand set by the little collection of dwellings and a diner and a mechanic at the tiny crossroads just up the coat. And of course Rafael. The younger Honduran mutant has been tagging along whenever he's spotted her.

Though she's alone now, having swum over towards one of the cities to take a peek at it. The young woman effortlessly glides up towards the surface, letting her head crest the water to look up at the buildings, some of them finished, others just frameworks climbing into the sky of Hammer Bay not too far away. Kiana has skin with the luster of a dark tan, features that might be Polynesian or at least South Pacific Islander to many. One of the surfers goes by but a few dozen yards away, not seeming to spot her as the wave rolls overtop of her and then is gone, leaving Kiana to brush her hair back out of her eyes.

Roy Harper has posed:
Surfing is not exactly something that Roy does a whole heck of a lot of.

For one, he has a little too much on the go. And of course both Star City and New York are a little far north to make surfing at all times of the year a very enjoyable prospect.

Not to mention that he has a whole lot of other ways to find thrills in his life without searching for that one great wave.

Still, as far as finding a way to pass a few hours while he is on a layover, it's definitely pretty enjoyable. Would recommend. The sun, the heat is particularly pleasant after being out on the roofs and alleyways back home and the change of pace is definitely one that the redheaded archer could get used to without too many complaints.

Of course that's not very likely to happen. For all his flippant attitude and seemingly emotional immaturity, he has a little too much commitment to take up the life of a beach bum.

It would certainly be nice though.

The fact that it is likely the coral reefs beneath the surface that help to make this particular stretch of beach a pretty good spot for catching the next wave is lost on Roy, and truthfully he passes up on several of the waves, seeming to just enjoy the excuse to be out on the water as much as anything else, idly paddling along, rocking with each little swell that passes but seemingly in no hurry to mount back up and try his luck.

Perhaps less so when his idle meanderings bring him close enough to spot the figure bobbing just above the surface, lifting a hand to his eyes, shielding them even with those sunglasses in place. "Woah, you're out a pretty good ways. You didn't lose your board did you?"

Kiana has posed:
Kiana hears the voice, the sun-kissed teen swiveling to find the source and face towards Roy. Her eyes skim over him, looking for a moment at the red hair with a small touch of curiosity, before refocusing on his face.

"No. I didn't bring one," she tells him. "I have one. Two, actually, that I found. Though I haven't tried them yet," she says. Her eyes go to Roy's sleek looking board. "They seem like they are older, a little beat up," she says, "compared to yours."

She watches a wave roll past, and then another surfer passes Roy and Kiana, popping up to his feet on the board and sending it racing down the curling wave, soon lost to their view as the wave passes and blocks their sight of him.

"That looks like people enjoy doing it," she says, head tilting to the side a bit as she looks at the surfboard curiously.

Roy Harper has posed:
Most people strap themselves to their board of course, but accidents certainly do happen and it certainly is not hard to imagine novices or the especially confident not to bother. Still, Roy tilts his head at the admission that she has a pair of boards but has never tried it.

But hey, who is he to judge. He's not going to be winning any trophies doing this, not any time soon at least, though he seems to have enough natural aptitude and athleticism that he has managed passingly well thus far.

As the wave and surfer both shoot past, the redhead's board rocks beneath him, rising with the swell before falling back down into that trough. "Not really mine," he agrees casually, patting the board for just a moment. "I just rented it for the day to try this whole thing out. Seemed like the thing to do while I was in the area anyway," he admits.

Not that he has any idea of whether Genosha is particularly known for it's surfing mind you. He just saw a few people out on the water and figured it looked fun. Like so many other things in Roy's life impulse played a big role in getting him out here.

"You must be pretty comfortable in the water. I haven't seen a whole lot of other people out this far without a board." The beach might not be crowded, at least compared to some of the bigger resort destinations, but most of those that aren't surfing certainly seem to stick closer to the shoreline.

Kiana has posed:
Kiana swims over towards Roy's board, though apparently just using her feet as her arms aren't helping at all. "I am, actually," she says, giving a shy smile towards Roy at the admission. "I think I feel more comfortable here than I do... well, than I would there," she says, turning to gesture towards the growing capital and its tall buildings so nearby on the shore.

She reaches him, and if Roy doesn't do anything to dissuade her, Kiana rests a hand on the board as if to help her stay atop the water. It looks like she's wearing a bikini top, a gradient from a deep blue to an aqua color, though it's not fully clear under the water.

"If you don't have your own board, does that mean that you don't live here?" Kiana asks him. "Or that, you just don't surf enough to want one of your own?" she asks quietly. Her eyes seem to study his face aa little more intently than a casual look. "I'm Kiana," she offers quietly. Then as if remembering something, she reaches out to offer him her hand.

Roy Harper has posed:
Hey, given that the redhead seems more inclined to just float then actually surf at the moment, it would seem that he is more then willing to share that board, sliding back a little to free up a little extra space for her to drape a hand across it.

Lifting a hand to idly brush back that hair from his forehead, Roy squints a little even with the sunglasses on, the warm sun overhead turning the nearby water into a sparkling wonderland, a little grin sliding over his features. "I guess I can see the appeal," he admits wryly.

Of course it's pretty hard to fire a bow underwater. And there's that whole breathing thing too. The land is where he came from and the land he will return to. Though it's certainly nice to visit now and then.

"And no, I'm not a local," Roy admits before wryly adding, "Though the weather is certainly nicer around here then it is back home," he admits. He checked the forecast for back in Starling City and New York when he arrived of course. Rainy in one, hovering around the freezing mark in the other. Suckers. "I'm from the States, but I tend to get around some."

To put it mildly.

Once more flashing that easy smile, he leans over, taking her hand. "Nice to meet you Kiana. I'm Roy," he says, offering up his own introduction. "I take it that you are a local then?" That might explain the clear affinity for the water.

Kiana has posed:
The Polynesian teen shakes Roy's hand back, and gives him a smile with a feel of genuine warmth to it. "What is the weather like where you're from?" she asks in a tone of honest curiosity, the girl's head tilting slightly as she looks up at Roy where he floats on the surfboard.

"I... am not sure," she says in what might be an unexpected answer to his question. Her own expression is uncertain as she gives the answer. "I don't really remember much of anything. A couple of people found me washed up on the beach. Really badly injured. Thankfully one of them was a really nice guy who can heal people, or I don't know if I would have made it," Kiana imparts quietly.

She reaches up, brushing back some of the wet strands of hair from her forehead and cheek. "I'm a mutant at least, so maybe I am from here. I can breath underwater. And do other things with the water," she says. Kiana glances to the water, and three tiny fountains of liquid arc over Roy and Kiana to fall back into the ocean like they were sitting in the middle of some fanciful fountain in a park.

"So are you a mutant too? Old Ned says not everyone who moves here is. He said before the island was destroyed there were nearly as many humans as mutants."

Roy Harper has posed:
That question makes Roy grin once more, an impish light settling into his tone, into that grin and no doubt present in the blue eyes hidden away by those dark lenses. "Suffice to say it's not nearly as nice back there as it is here right now," he admits with a quiet laugh. There is definitely something to be said for having beach weather even during the holiday season. "Where I'm originally from, or at least where I mostly grew up it's cool and rainy," he says. "But I'm frequently based out of New York City these days -- when I'm not travelling at least -- and it's hovering around the freezing mark with the possibility or snow or freezing rain in the forecast," he says with a certain amount of glee.

"I might have checked when I stepped out of the airport," the redhead admits with a laugh. And does he feel bad about that, wallowing in the fact that all his friends, his family are freezing their little tootsies off right about now? Nope.

His little hunch was right. That she is a mutant certainly makes sense if she's a local. It likewise explains that affinity for the water, even moreso when she demonstrates that control, the glittering ocean waves giving forth to fountaining jets that arc above them. Roy certainly is no stranger to strange sights, but even so he pulls down those sunglasses a little, down over the bridge of his nose until those blue eyes are revealled. "Woah," he admits, a trace of wonder in his voice.

He gives a little shake of his head. "I am not. I definitely can't do anything like that," he admits with a wry smile. "Though put a bow and arrow in my hands and I can do a few things that might seem like magic," he conceeds. Or really, just about any other type of weapon for that matter.

The smile does dim at Kiana's admission that her past is a mystery, brow furrowing slightly as he gives her a sympathetic nod. "That's got to be rough, to not have any memory of your past," he admits quietly. "Though I guess that might depend on what your past was like. For some people a fresh start might be nice," he muses before shaking his head again.

"If you ever want to look into it, let me know. It's a bit of a long shot and I definitely couldn't promise anything, but I have a few connections that might help," he admits.

Kiana has posed:
The enjoyment and wonderment that Roy shows at the little example of Kiana's ability seems to make the Polynesian girl very happy. A shy smile lights up her face as she looks down as if to hide it. Pleased that the handsome young man is reacting that way, perhaps giving a feeling she's not had many experiences with sharing her ability with another and seeing them react to it.

Not that she was dour before, but the warm smile lingers like it has made its home in her expression. "I probably would manage to shoot myself in the foot or something if I tried to use a bow," she says with a self-deprecating grin. Kiana looks thoughtful then. "It is... it's strange, I guess? It's difficult to describe. I'm unfamiliar with so much. The city is strange to me. The reefs and the ocean I can tell I've been to more," she says slowly. "I don't even know what my last name is. I'm not even positive Kiana's my name, but that came out when someone asked my name, so it's probably it."

She stops musing about it though, refocusing her attention fully on Roy. Kiana rests both arms on the surfboard, chin resting on them as she gazes up at Roy. "Are you going to be here for very long? We could surf together if you'd like?" she says. "There are some nice waves coming I can feel."

Roy Harper has posed:
Really, given all the things that Roy has seen -- and given some of the things that the redheaded young man has done -- it would be pretty easy to be jaded about just about anything and everything. So the fact that he can still find a little wonder in the world, even in jets of sun-lit water, well that is something of a surprise.

Moreso, it is a decided relief to him as well.

It certainly doesn't hurt that it clearly makes the attractive young woman happy either. While that gaze might shoot downward, the little smile in unmistakable, a reflection of the expression on Roy's features as well as it so happens.

"You might be surprised," Roy says wryly, leaning out a little more over the rest of the board, hands gripping either side of it as the ocean gently swells around them. "Just about anyone can learn to do it, though natural aptitude surely helps. Like most things, practice makes perfect. Or at the very least makes you much better at it," he posits with a quiet laugh.

"The mind is kind of a funny thing, isn't it?" the redhead agrees. "You're probably right though. If you just reacted instinctively and said that your name is Kiana when you were asked, it probably is. No matter what else might be dimmed at the moment, it's just like how you still know how to swim, still know how to talk. Some things are just instinctive, I guess," he admits before smiling once more. "Which means that all the rest might just come flooding back too. I hope so. I hope they're good memories," he says quietly.

"I'm going to be here for a couple more days. A little bit of an impromptu vacation, before travelling further east to look into something for a friend," Roy admits. He's not really sure that looking for ties to a Triad gang in New York out this far away is likely to pay off, but it's worth a shot, right? "You can sense waves? Well, that should definitely give you a pretty edge when it comes to surfing," he admits with a grin. "I'd enjoy that, and the company."

Kiana has posed:
"I can feel the water around me, yes," Kiana tells him. Her face lights up and she says, "I could just, surf on the water itself, but that's a lot easier than using a surf board. Why don't you ride these waves and I'll go get mine and hurry back?" she suggests.

If that seems amenable to Roy, Kiana shines a bright smile at him and then slips back beneath the waves. Her form can be seen underwater and then just darts off fast as a barracuda. Practically a blur that is gone in moments.

There will be time to ride a wave in and paddle back out before she returns. When she does, there's a little bit of a plume of wake on the water as she's lying on her surfboard, the board propelled by a wave that is moving on its own against the rest of the current. She comes gliding up, slowing and smiling over to Roy. The board is old. Old and beat up. It looks like it was exposed to the weather for a long time, the finish gone and the wood marred by any number of gouges.

Roy Harper has posed:
It does raise the question of just what that would be like. To feel the world around one's self like that, or at least a part of it at any rate. It must be pretty magical. At least most of the time. Though chances are that it comes with a few drawbacks, at least now and then as well.

But then that is how it is with most power at any rate. At least in Roy's experience.

"Sounds like a plan," the redhead agrees with an amiable grin. "I could probably use the chance to sneak in a little more practice so I don't completely embarass myself," he adds wryly.

Not that Roy exactly embarassed easily and falling off a board in the water probably wouldn't quite do it.

As she dives off beneath the waves -- the crystal waters giving a surprisingly good view of her for longer then one might expect -- the redhead shakes his head once more. "Woah," he echoes once more before shaking his head and clambering back to his feet, getting his balance pretty quickly.

Which is a good thing, because the wave that Kiana promised is quick to arrive and he manages to catch it easily enough, his feet shifting into a more balanced stance, crouching low as he starts to ride that crest back intowards shore, peeling out as it begins to break.

In short order he is sprawled across his board again, paddling back out in the general direction that he came from, scanning the horizon for some sign of her. And finally picking her out of that glittering sea of blues and greens all around.

Moving against the current at least.

While the board might be a battered thing, he suspects that she won't have that much trouble given her apparent natural gifts and he lifts a hand in greeting, sitting up once more as she nears. "Hey!" the redhead calls on in renewed greeting. "The last wave arrived just when you said it would. I'd wager you're a surfer's dream come true," he points out, flashing another grin her way.

Kiana has posed:
Kiana's board coasts up beside Roy and Kiana sticks her feet in the water and uses her hands to stop it beside him. She's wearing a bikini whose color transitions from a deep blue to an aqua. The fabric itself has an unusual quality to it, little shimmers as if it contained threads of silver, or perhaps it's more like tiny scales of a fish twinkling as they reflect the light.

Roy's comment brings a very shy, pleased smile from Kiana. The mannerisms akin to those a schoolgirl not used to having the attention of a boy, let alone one being so complimentary.

"Thank you. This is my first time trying this around anyone else," she says of the surfing. "It's a lot easier if I just surf on the water, but then the challenge isn't there as much," she says.

The young woman glances back up and over at Roy briefly, eyes not quite making it all the way up to him. The faintest soft rose color touches her cheeks slightly as she looks away. "I think there's another wave coming. Do we want to catch this one?" she asks, ready to lie back down on the board and begin padding if Roy wants to go for it.

Roy Harper has posed:
Clearly this little layover in Genosha was always a planned thing and not just a fortuitous coincidence, given that Roy packed swim shorts in rippling shades of blue, not so unlike the ocean around them. Which might be the point of course. Though one would suspect that he does pack them on every trip he takes.

Then again, it's Roy. Who knows.

"I guess if there is anywhere that you could just surf the waves with no board beneath you and not draw a lot of attention it would be here," he admits wryly. "But you're not wrong, sometimes it's no bad thing to challenge yourself a little and do something the hard way." A little adversity tends to be a pretty good way to learn afterall.

Sweeping a gaze over that eye-catching bikini, the redhead flashes that rakish grin once more. "Though if I can say so you picked a perfect surfing partner. I'd wager the chances of you staying on your board, no matter how battered, are a whole lot better then me," he notes. "I'm also guaranteed not to laugh no matter what," he adds with a grin.

"Though I guess I might be pretty lucky too. Even if the undertow gets me I suspect that you'll have things pretty well in hand," Roy conceeds.

Nothing wrong with it being a good match for them both.

As the next of the promising waves rolls in, Roy gives a nod of the affirmative. "Lets do it!"

Kiana has posed:
The small compliments and appreciation of her ability expressed nourish the girl's soft, sweet smile the way that sunshine nourishes a flower. Drawing out more warmth, keeping it turned towards Roy. "I wouldn't let anything happen to you," she agrees with a shy smile over to him, eyes lingering just a moment before falling away as she smiles.

Kiana gives an eager nod then as Roy's exclamation sets them off. She begins paddling to pick up some speed to help the wave catch the board. It starts to grow as it reaches the shallower water and the water stacks up, and soon their boards are cresting the arch of water and then dropping down in front of it.

The young woman pops up to her feet, arms out steadying herself. Far from an accomplished surfer yet, still learning her balance. She has an all-over tan as if getting plenty of the warm Genoshan summer sunlight.

Her board angles, little white plumes spraying to either side as it rides forward on the wave. Kiana has an unsteady moment but catches her balance, getting her feet in a better spot to balance on the board. She takes a chance to steal a look over at Roy to see how he's doing as they race forward towards the shallower waters, passing other surfers who are paddling back out. One or two calling encouragement, while ahead they have the view of the beach and the gleaming buildings of the newly rebuilt city beyond it.

Roy Harper has posed:
It is pretty endearing really, and oh so sincere. The redheaded vigilante flashes her a smile. "While we might have just met, I'm pretty sure that you wouldn't at that," he agrees. Blind confidence? Or just a pretty good read on people.

And then they are committed to catching the next wave and Roy leans forward once again, arms dipping into the water, beginning to paddle, to pick up speed with each new stroke, a little spray emerging with those plunging hands, building up a rhythm.

He doesn't have her natural advantage to sense the waves approach, nor even the benefit of prolonged experience to just have an instinctive feel for the timing of it all, so as Roy leans out over his board, as he paddles to try and keep pace with his surfing partner, he does shoot the occasional glance back over his shoulder, tracing the ocean swell and it's rapid approach.

Then it is arriving, the boards reaching the height of that crest and the redhead is scampering back to his feet, relying more on natural agility then his few previous practice runs to gain his feet once more, shifting to widen his stance, to improve his balance while also guiding the board beneath his feet, cutting across the surf.

Like her, Roy has a brief moment of unsteadiness, another shift of his feet keeping him from tumbling over. Though he does windmill his arm in a somewhat comical manner as he fights gravity for a moment.

This time, at least, gravity loses. Take that, primal forces of the universe.

Straightening once more, Roy risks the chance to shoot a tight grin towards Kiana, making sure that she is managing well and lets out a loud 'Wooooooooo!' of pure adrenaline rush as they carve a path across the ocean waves towards the beach and city beyond.

Kiana has posed:
Kiana's smile is a gleam of pearl white teeth, the young woman's eyes bright and excited as they race across the wave balanced on their surfboards. She lets out a whoop and flashes a pretty smile back over to him!

It almost costs her, the moment of inattention to the wave. She does a bit of wild windmilling her of arms as well before she regains her balance, though Kiana appears to be laughing at herself in the wake of it. She might have an edge in feeling the water, but balancing on the unstable surfboard is probably something the fit young man trained in acrobatic moves holds the larger edge at.

Kiana does start to experiment, making some little cuts, getting progressively daring. Each time she makes the board cut to or fro, her grin grows and Roy might even hear a loud giggle at one point. The board cuts across the wave, sleek as its rider as Kiana turns it and goes far enough it starts to head up the wave instead of with it. She shoots up the top and keeps going, arms windmilling in the air as the board flies away and she's just left in a ballistic arc, letting out a little shriek that is probably more funny than alarming. She disappears behind the wave as it carries Roy on, though one can at least imagine the splooshing sound when she hits, even if drowned out by the wave's roar.

Roy Harper has posed:
Cutting across the water, the wave sparkling with all that refracted light up ahead, battling to keep that balance, to ride out the natural power of the ocean beneath, well, it is certainly a pretty good rush. If nothing else Roy has a better understanding why this would appeal to some people. How some of them can spend their life chasing that 'perfect wave'.

It has probably only been dozens of seconds that they have ridden across the surface of the water, catching the momentum of that wave. But it certainly feels longer, that it might never end. Grin on his face and wind in his hair, Roy experiments as well, subtly altering his stance, how deep a crouch he rides in to get a sense of what works best.

That grin grows as she too has to fight for that balance, to stay upright on that board. Not out of humor, and certainly not out of maliciousness. But in a shared experience, an ability to relate. That satisfaction of triumphing over a moment of adversity.

They are close enough on that crest of the wave as it rolls in towards the beach that the redhead catches a glimpse of her suddenly going airborne, that shriek cutting through the rush of warm breeze around them. If anyone is going to be just fine going flying into the water he is pretty sure that it would be here, but even still he presses down hard on the back of his board, bringing it careening about until the momentum of that current doesn't hit the back of the surf board but runs head on into the side of it.

That surface wobbles hard beneath him and rather then letting it up end him the redhead simply lets himself fall off to one side, submerged briefly before popping back up, draping one arm across his board and letting his sunglasses-veiled gaze sweep across the surface of the ocean, seeking out her or at least her board. "Kiana!"

Kiana has posed:
After Roy's more graceful exit from his board, the wave passes him on by. He'll spot Kiana's board, though no sight of Kiana. She is lacking the ankle tether that most people have to keep their board with them.

Above the waves, seagulls drift on the warm breeze as Roy looks. Hovering as the breeze keeps them aloft, the sharp bird eyes the first to spot the young beauty rising up from the water to the surface. She breaks into the air, giving her head a little flip to get the long hair behind her and out of her face.

"I think they call that a wipe-out," Kiana says with a laugh that is probably reassuring she wasn't hurt.

She swims over towards Roy, moving in the water with a graceful ease that few others could manage. The young woman stops just before him, her board still a few dozen feet away as she treads water beside him. "Did you make it further in?" she asks, eyes bright and shining with the excitement of the ride.

Roy Harper has posed:
Ahhh, to be able to fly.

It is no real surprise that it is the circling gulls overhead that would first catch sight of the surfacing young woman. With the rolling surf, with that bright sun glinting off the waters leaving a myriad of shimmering reflections that even Roy's sunglasses do little to cut through it makes it a bit of a challenge to pick things out clearly.

So yes, the redheaded archer would probably very much appreciate the ability to fly at the moment. And hey, just in general.

He would always have the high ground and everyone knows that makes you unbeatable.

It is the sound of her laugh more then anything else that pinpoints her as she surfaces a short distance from her board, and while he might not have expected she would be in much danger given that swimming is her thing, any lingering concern is quickly washed away. So still draped across his surf board, Roy begins to casually kick his way in her direction.

"I believe you're right," he agrees wryly, slowing only when he -- or really she -- draws near. She cut the distance a whole heck of a lot faster then he did. "I made it a little further in before I noticed you had lost the wave so I thought I'd stop and check to make sure you're okay. Probably not necessary I know, but it was your first time afterall," the redhead points out with a grin.

Kiana has posed:
Kiana takes hold of Roy's board as he comes over as if accepting the aid even with how at home she is in the water. The Polynesian girl brushes her wet hair back, then tips her head back to wet it so it lies flat when she comes back up.

Roy's comment about checking on her brings a soft, shy smile to Kiana's face, her gaze dropping for the moment as if that somehow makes it a more private expression. "Thank you," she tells him when she looks back up at the handsome redhead. "I'm ok. Just once I shot up the top of the wave the board fell away faster than I did!" she says, adding a warm laugh that is perfect accompaniment for the twinkle in her brown eyes.

As if mentioning it makes her think of her board, and she looks around. She rises up out of the water all the way to her navel as she looks about and spots it as it rises up over an incoming wave, but one that isn't going to break on them. A few moments later the board surfs over to them, propelled on a tiny wave, until Kiana can grab hold of it and swing back up to sit straddling it. The water on her tanned skin glistens in the warm sunlight. "I can see why people enjoy it," she says with a smile for Roy.

A whistle sounds over on the beach, a lifeguard getting the attention of some kids who are playing a little rough. Kiana looks over, expression curious at the sound, looking about and taking longer to find the source than most might. "So what is it like in the city? It looks so... imposing," she says as her eyes drift to the skyscrapers that rise above, framing the nearby beach.

Roy Harper has posed:
"It definitely takes a little bit of practice to get used to it all," the redhead agrees, flashing another slow grin. "Still, that was pretty impressive for your first go of it. Keeping your balance like that, with the surface literally moving beneath you isn't easy and I imagine going from balancing in the water to balancing on a board is an even bigger transition," he admits.

He might not have a whole lot more practice on a surf board then her, but he certainly gets to put his sense of balance to some pretty extreme tests in the rest of his life. He might not racing around rooftops so that he can surf the big waves. But it doesn't hurt either.

From a distance the ocean might seem like a rather flat expanse, but it is a little different when you're right in the middle of it, bobbing with just head and shoulders above the surface. The constant sway of the surf, the dappled surface, the little troughs and crests all make it surprisingly easy to miss something, even something relatively close by.

So while Roy had initially set course to try to find her by singling out her board, it isn't exactly a surprise that it has slipped out of sight and when she arches out of the water so agilely, it isn't hard to guess what she's looking for.

So Roy is quick to join her, arms locked on his own board to hoist himself up a little higher, gaze craning about, water running down over him as well. "It definitely has a certain exhilirating appeal," he agrees with a grin, spotting that wave bringing the board back close enough for her to retrieve it.

Like her, he to hops back up onto his own, newer, flashier surf board, arms braced in front of him once more. Following her gaze back towards the city beyond the beach, he nods slowly. "You haven't been then? Or at least not that you can remember?" he asks quietly, paddling a little so he can bring himself in along beside her once more. "I haven't spent a whole lot of time in this one yet," he admits. "Just the airport and then long enough to drop my things off and change into my swimsuit before coming down here," he admits wryly. Eager to get some sand and sun? Him? Naaaaaah. "I imagine it will be pretty different, but it's at least worth checking out."

"You've shown off a bit of your home here. We should go explore the city a little later if you're up to it."

Kiana has posed:
As Roy brings his board over near her, Kiana rests a foot on it to help keep them from drifting apart. He might notice she is wearing an anklet, silver worn tight about the ankle, with a tiny charm on it made from a seashell.

She lifts her eyes to the city's skyline, and then looks back out at the ocean. "Maybe I've been there and don't remember," she says, but in a tone that suggests reluctance that is the case. "But it doesn't feel familiar to me, even looking at it. The reefs and the ocean and the fish and eels and whales all feel familiar in ways that the city doesn't. I don't know, maybe I am from another island somewhere that doesn't have cities?" she muses.

The girl's eyes light up a bit at what Roy suggests. "Would you? Take me to see the city?" she asks in a hopeful voice. "Rafael offered to, but Old Ned said he's not old enough and I should have someone who knows Hammer Bay better go with me. Only he hasn't had time to, yet," she tells ROy.

Roy Harper has posed:
Hooking the two boards together is probably a whole lot easier then constantly doing some micro-paddling to make sure that the current and the rising swell of the surf doesn't draw them too far apart. To be sure the sparkle of that silver attracts the redhead's attention, noting the curious little charm. It does appear to be made of seashell, which definitely would not be all that common back home. But this is a pretty different world in some respects, so who knows.

"Kinda suggests that you're not from here specifically then, yeah," Roy agrees quietly. At least going by that sense that some things retain a certain familiarity despite any amnesia she might be suffering from. "And that would make sense. It's a big ocean and there's all sorts of islands out there. Maybe you just haven't found the right one yet," he agrees cheerfully.

He's very much a look on the bright side of things. At least most of the time.

At her obvious enthusiasm, Roy smiles once more and gives a small shrug of his shoulders. "I mean, I won't know Hammer Bay any better then you really. But I do know city's pretty well. I've been to a whole lot. I think between us we should be able to muddle through just fine," he assets, that little irrepressible grin slipping back over his features. "Consider it an adventure."

Kiana has posed:
Kiana's small, quick nods seems to agree that she's following his reasoning, and agrees with it. "Like I know what a barracuda is and which fish it likes to eat. Or which pearls can be found in which kind of oysters. But Ned had to explain how the... TV? How the TV worked," she says. She looks towards the city and then turns to look up the coast, from the direction she'd returned on the surfboard. "Wow, they send the signals all that way?" she says aloud, eyes a little wide. As if having accepted this, but not really seen the distance itself from such a clear perspective.

The girl looks back to Roy. "I would like to see the city though. The way the buildings shine, it seems like it must be pretty there. If it wouldn't be annoying, having me with you asking questions about everything?"

Roy Harper has posed:
There are probably holes in that reasoning really. There usually are when Roy starts to lay out any sort of argument. What his case might lack in facts, or reason or any of those other essentials though he can usually make up for by talking really fast. So generally it works out just fine. Provided no one looks too close.

"Definitely suggests you spend a lot more time in the sea then on land," the redhead agrees. Hey, it makes sense to him, so he's prepared to run with it. A psychologist, a brain specialist, maybe they would have other explanations, but Roy's never laid claim to being either one of those. And sometimes just someone to listen can do a better job then either of them anyway.

Maybe. He's already admitted that he's not an expert.

"And I wouldn't mind at all. You're pretty good company," Roy points out with a wink, slowly starting to paddle a little closer to shore, more idle dips of his hand into the crystal clear waters around them. "And it's not like I know a heck of a lot of other people locally," he adds wryly. "So if you're game, I say lets go exploring."

Kiana has posed:
The island girl's face lights up. "I'm excited, I've been wanting to see it for a little while now. The most I've seen is the hospital where they checked me out after Joshua healed me," Kiana tells him.

She begins padding in as well, using her hands same as Roy. Before long a wave comes along which allows them to ride in, even without standing up. The beach is mildly crowded. The tourist trade has started up again in the years since the attack, people coming in part out of a conscious effort to help the rebuilding nation.

Kiana grabs her board once they are in the shallows, walking up onto the beach with it. She peers around at everyone with interest. There are a few obvious mutants, and a lot of people who could be mutant or human.

The young woman looks to Roy then, not sure quite where they are going. Except you know, city. She does have her board with her, as does Roy though whether he has to return it or has it for the duration of his trip might decide where it gets taken.

Roy Harper has posed:
It doesn't take all that long to reach the shallows where it becomes far easier to just stand up and pick up the boards, tucking his own under his arm, as the incoming surf swells around ankles and calves. Trotting through that last stretch of water before the sands of the busy but not super crowded beach rear up in front of them. "I'm sure it was a nice hospital," Roy agrees diplomatically, flashing a sly grin towards Kiana. "But yes, all things considered there are much better places to see in any city then the medical center," he asserts.

Unless, of course, you have a medical emergency. Then the point might be argued.

Taking just a moment to orient himself, Roy spots his beach towel and bag sprawled out on a stretch of sand nearby before turning his attention back to the island girl with him. "I just need to return my board and grab my things," he explains. "We can drop your board off too if you need. Or we can bring it along. I'm sure we can find somewhere to refinish it," he points out with a smile. "My treat. To commemorate the day and the first of many waves you'll ride I'm sure," he grins.

He does start towards his things pretty briskly, the sands definitely a little warm underfoot. "I rented a car so we can get back to the city center easily enough, though we can always walk around once we get there," the redhead assures her before looking over her assessingly. "Or we can try riding bikes. Though that might be an entirely new adventure."

Kiana has posed:
Kiana follows along at Roy's side. She glances down at the old weathered board and asks, "Is that something that's good for it? Thank you for it. I don't really know much about taking care of it," she admits as she glances down at the board. "I found one in the shack on the beach I've been staying in, and the other was buried by some plants. Stubbed my toe on it while I was picking Panama berries and passion fruit," she says.

Activities a little different than Starling City perhaps. The tropics have their perks.

The island girl perks up a bit, first at the mention of a car, and then of a bike. "Are they hard to ride? They look fun," she says, beaming a smile over at Roy as she carries her board, letting him lead to where they can drop her board off so someone doesn't walk away with it. Though there's a rather sweet innocence, bordering on naivete, about Kiana that suggests she might not really consider that's a potential thing that could happen.

"So what is your home like? The United State, it is on the other side of the world. And it is cold there," she says, as if those things somehow sunk into her head in relation to the country.

Roy Harper has posed:
It is a fair question and Roy pauses for a moment. "I mean, I'm not an expert but I assume that the proper finish and regular waxing makes them cut through the water a little better. You seemed to do well enough either way, but we can always get them to put some sort of design on it. Something a little personal to you," he suggests, laying his own board down long enough to retrieve his towel, running it through his hair and over the rest of him before tugging a blue t-shirt with a bullseye on it from his backpack, slipping it back on.

"I think we can probably leave it at the rental place. And then stop by to pick it back up after we're done exploring," the redhead says thoughtfully. It won't be an inconvenience afterall, and he can always leave a few dollars with the guy.

Retrieving his board once more, he falls in with Kiana once more, leading the way over towards the rental shack where surf boards of all sizes and designs lean up against railings. "Good question. Again, it's largely about practice and decent balance. You're moving without your feet touching the ground, you just have to get used to keeping things upright. I'd think if you can pick up a surf board that quick you shouldn't have that much trouble with a bike," he muses before flashing that impudent grin again. "On shore learning to ride a bike is practically a rite of passage, so I think it's pretty much a necessity really," he asserts with a girm nod.

The boards are dropped off and the redhead starts to lead the way to where his rental car is parked. "I kinda travel alot so I don't have a lot of fixed roots these days," Roy admits. "I was born in the southwest. So it was quite hot there. Pretty much a desert really when you get right down to it. "Then Starling is pretty different. Cooler to be sure, though still warm in the summer. And a lot rainier. Like waaaaaay rainier," he admits with a smile. "But nice in it's own way. And of course I spend a lot of time in New York City. Lots more variance in the cold and heat. It's pretty much hovering around freezing at this time of year but gets pretty sweltering in the summer, so a lot more extremes then here," he offers up. "Huge city of course, but a couple hundred years old so some odd things that creep up because of the differences in age. Nothing like Europe though," he says airily.

Kiana has posed:
Kiana hands over the board to the boy working the surf shack. "So it's ok to leave it here?" she asks him. The kid gives her a nod, doing his best to look the bikini clad girl in the eyes while she's looking at him. "Sure, you can come back by and pick it up," the teen says, and earning a smile from Kiana.

She turns back to Roy then, the smile beamed at him next as she walks along and listens closely as explains more about bike riding, and then about his home. "And what is it about New York City that you go there so often for?" she asks him.

She follows along to the car, and when Roy approaches the driver's side door she follows him over to it, rather than going around to the passenger side.

Roy Harper has posed:
The efforts of the teen managing the surf shack to avoid being caught checking out Kiana makes the redhead grin, though he quickly lifts a hand to hide the expression. No reason to embarass the guy afterall and soon enough his board is returned and hers is safely tucked away to be picked up later. How many guesses on whethet the teen will still be manning the shake when they get back?

"A couple of things really," he says with a casual shrug, leading the way up into the parking lot. "I work for the government, at least some of the time. Kinda. Anyway, they're based close to New York so that makes it a pretty good fit. Though they have field offices just about everywhere," Roy conceeds wryly. "But, uhhh, my family has some business interests there these days too, so that has kept me pretty busy too. Actually it's part of what brings me out this way," he offers up.

When she starts to follow him to the driver's side door, the redhead grins once more and circles around the car, pulling open the passenger side door and holding it open for the bikini-clad young woman. "After you."

Kiana has posed:
Kiana pauses uncertainly, but follows Roy around the car then as he moves to the other side. When he opens the door for her, she smiles at him and climbs inside. She looks around the inside of it in a deliberate way, taking in what the interior of the vehicle looks like, and all the buttons and controls on the dashboard.

"What kind of work do you do for the government?" she asks. "I filled out an application to become a citizen. Ned and Joshua said it would be needed if I'm going to be living here and since I don't have... I forget what they called it. Something showing what country I'm from," she explains.

The girl rests her hands in her lap, a bit of an eager smile at getting to ride in one of the vehicles she's mostly seen driving past the crossroads where Ned has his jewelry stand, or maybe being worked on in the garage there.

Roy Harper has posed:
Letting her get settled in the car before closing the door, Roy quickly circles back around once more, climbing into the driver's side.

Unsurprisingly the car is an electric one, befitting Genosha's initiatives when it comes to rebuilding so there are no ends of little buttons and gizmos to attract the attention. Especially for someone that hasn't spent a lot of time in similar vehicles before and as Roy brings the engine to life smoothly a number of them, including the center console screen lights up.

Not that they have long before he's guiding them out of that parking lot and onto the broad roads leading towards the city proper. "So I worked for an organization called the Drug Enforcement Agency. They go after criminals who traffic in illegal narcotics," the redhead offers up. "But I'm on load to SHIELD these days so their interests are a little more... broad when it comes to clamping down on threats," he explains.

He smiles at the last and nods. "They're probably talking about a Visa. Or maybe even basic identification if you didn't have any when you came ashore," he muses. "I'm not familiar with the in's and out's of the Genoshan process admittedly," he conceeds.

Kiana has posed:
The Polynesian girl sits up and ooos as the console lights up. She reaches out hesitantly, touching one of the LED displays, thankfully rather than the touch screen navigation system. Kiana pulls her hand back though as if to make sure she doesn't touch something she shouldn't.

"So why are they illegal. The drugs?" she asks Roy. Though her attention is being pulled everywhere. Looking around the back of the car, then peering out the window as Roy guides the vehicle up the drive out of the beach. Kiana has her face pressed against the window trying to look up at some of the buildings ahead and towards her side.

"SHIELD?" she repeats in a tone as if she isn't familiar with it. "So you stop bad people then? That's what you do, Roy?" she asks him, her attention drawn back to him. "That's good," she says, smiling approvingly. "I like that you help people."

Roy Harper has posed:
It doesn't take long for the city to loom up closer and closer, a number of those towering structures definitely reminding Roy of what he might easily see back in New York, though they appear to be slightly more fanciful. "You should be pretty safe. I don't think you can actually break anything. Though this screen helps navigate and if we were going to drive anywhere more specific then the city center we might need it," he says gesturing to that center console, otherwise smiling at her curiousity.

On the surface it would be easy to forget about all the things she is not truly familiar with. Things like cars. Or the seedy underbelly of the drug trade. And whether that's due to the memory loss or simply growing up somewhere where one doesn't have to worry about that sort of thing, it's still a little refreshing.

Especially to someone who has seen maybe more of life then he should have, given his own age.

"As a generally rule most of them are pretty bad for you, sometimes even dangerous. They also tend to be addictive, so once you start taking them it can be hard to stop," he explains.

There is no shortage of green spaces, of bike paths and extensive public transit, the sort of modern touches that can sometimes be more difficult to impliment well in a more established city and Roy slows down occasionally too to peer out the window at some of the sites, though never taking his eyes off the road too long. "It's definitely a nice though. I like to think that I do some good out there," he agrees, shooting her a smile.

Kiana has posed:
Kiana is probably going to be spoiled if she thinks this is a typical city. None of the buildings are even four years old, and most a year or two younger than that. Great care went into planning the rebuild, recreating some treasured parts of the city, while improving and planning everywhere they could, rather than just reproducing the city that grew on its own without that level of ability to be planned, as so many had.

Everything is new and clean and fresh. Monorails run overhead and bridges connected buildings many stories up in the air. Many of the buildings were created with the exterior aesthetics in mind.

And the people, it's only a city of about 200,000 people now. But such a mix of visible mutants and those who are or at least look human. There are feathered crests and lizard fringes and skin of most every color.

Kiana has her face pressed to the window again at times, trying to look at this or that up above, before the next view pulls her attention, and the next.

"Where is it that you're staying?" Kiana, her excitement tangible at there being so much to see. She looks back to Roy as he says he thinks he does some good, the young man earning a beaming, approving smile from Kiana.

Roy Harper has posed:
It is definitely not your typical city.

But then not many cities get the chance to be planned from the ground up. Not many cities have the benefit of mutants being so active in their construction. It definitely gives them a different feel to be sure, one plainly evident to Roy at least, though obviously not so much for the bikini-clad young woman in the passenger's seat.

The difference that comes with experience.

Even the air is a little different, the lack of vehicles admitting that exhaust haze making a surprising difference in the end.

Glancing over towards her once more, catching her face pressed up against that glass, Roy flashes a grin once more. It's kinda nice, seeing the world through the eyes of someone seeing it for the first time. "I can roll down the window if you want a better look," he offers, a hint of amusement in his tone. "Though I think we're almost near the heart of the city. We can pull over and start exploring a little more up close and personal," he adds.

"I grabbed a place out by the airport. It's pretty easy to get around and I didn't plan to spend a whole lot more time there then just to crash and sleep so didn't really need anything fancy," he admits. "I don't get that many vacations. Best make the most of them, right?"

Kiana has posed:
Kiana leans back from the window, peering from it and then over to Roy. "Roll it down?" she repeats and gives a nod. Assuming he does indeed hit the button, she gives a little giggle of delight. "That's clever it can do that!" she says, leaning her head out the window and peering around then. Her dark hair with the lighter highlights from the sun blowing about her as she grins at the feeling of the wind in her face.

The heart of the city has towering buildings rising about them, seeming to stand sentinel over the royal palace that is not just the city's heart, but the beating heart of the island nation. "What's that?" Kiana asks, craning her neck over towards the palace and leaning over that way. It being on Roy's side, she's kind of into his personal space and hopefully not affecting his driving ability!

"Did you know they have stuff that you can chew and make bubbles with?" she asks. "This nice woman Stefani gave me some. I blew it out of my mouth the first time I tried to make a bubble though."

Roy Harper has posed:
There's worse things to do then hang one's head out the side of the car on a warm summer's afternoon, and if her hair needed anymore drying from their time in the ocean, that surely helps. Not the safest of activities perhaps, but Roy runs around in a costume, jumping around rooftops and firing weapons at people. Safety first isn't exactly a big part of his vocabulary, so it's possible he just won't be a good influence on that particular score.

Fortunately the car trip is rapidly coming to an end and the redhead begins to slow the car, finding a spot to pull over and park with fortunate ease. Even her presence leaning over to peer at the nearby palace isn't a hinderance. Really, he's used to distractions of all sorts and she definitely falls much more into the pleasant then the life threatening, so big bonus there.

"Mmmmm, pretty sure that's the Royal Palace. Though I might need to dig out my guide book to be absolutely sure," he admits, the car rumbling to a stop.

Slipping out of the car, he is around to the far side to offer her a hand in getting out as well, pausing only long enough to retrieve his backpack and sling it over one shoulder. "Bubblegum," he agrees with a grin and a nod. "I have some in my pack if you have a hankering," he agrees, glancing up and down the street before gesturing towars the nearby park. "Looks like we can pick up bike rentals over there."

Kiana has posed:
Kiana didn't pay attention as Roy got out, and so she's looking at the door as if trying to figure it out, when he comes around and opens her door and offers his hand. She gives a pretty, shy smile, resting her hand in his as she climbs out of the car. Her emotions are seldom very well hidden, and even if she's not familiar with the chivalrous aspect, she still seems pleased and charmed. Those pretty smiles continue each time she glances at Roy.

"I should probably practice first. I'll end up blowing it on the ground again I'm afraid. She said I need to flatten it against the roof of my mouth first, but I didn't want to lose the second piece she gave me," Kiana recounts. The offer earns Roy more of those gentle smiles of hers.

She follows along towards the bike rental place. Someone else is riding off, Kiana turning to watch them, excitement showing in her brown eyes.

Roy Harper has posed:
The nearby park appears to be absolutely riddled with paths for bikes and pedestrians and while the ocean might have more then its fair share of green hues in both the water color and greenery clinging to the bottom in places, it is certainly turned up to another level in the park where big leafy trees of a variety of sorts offer plenty of shade, along with the bushes and flowers and variety of other colors intermingled in that natural space.

"Fair," the redhead agrees with a grin, falling in beside her once more as they head over towards the waiting stand of bikes, the automated system easily allowing anyone to rent one of the bikes and then return them to any of the other stands scattered throughout the city for convenience. A black credit card appears in Roy's hand like magic and moments later there is an audible click from the locking mechanism from a pair of the bike's down the row.

"Alright, we'll take it as slow as you need, okay?" Roy promises, tugging out the first of the two bikes and holding it steady for the young woman. "You're going to sit on the seat and when you're comfortable, you'll lift your feet up and slip them onto the peddles. Then you start peddling and once you're in motion it's just an issue of keeping your balance and turning the handlebars in the direction you want to go," he explains.

"Sound good?"

Kiana has posed:
Kiana looks quite excited to try the bike. It looks so effortless and easy, seeing the few other people within the area who are riding. Just how hard could it be?

Famous last words.

She nods her understanding at Roy's instruction, and then climbs into the bike. Good thing he's right there, as she's immediately wobbling would no doubt fall over the moment she put her feet on the pedals if he's not there to catch her.

"This seems much more difficult than the surfboard," she realizes aloud. "The... the round part is so tiny compared to being on my feet on the board."

It probably takes a few words of encouragement from Roy to get her to start pedaling. And she's so shaky on it that running alongside and helping her stay up is probably a good idea.

With Roy running alongside, Kiana manages to get moving forward. He definitely keeps her from falling over more than once, the young man's hands steadying her, especially during those moments that she's so focused on her balance that her steering is all over the place, jerking the wheel about in ways that would make balancing on the bike worse.

Though as with the surfing, she begins to get the hang of it. There quite possibly could be a wipeout in her future, but she reaches the point she's pedaling ok, and then tests the brakes when instructed, putting a foot down to not fall when she does. Thankfully they are normal pedals and not ones with clips!

Roy Harper has posed:
Clearly there is a little bit more to the whole thing then it might appear right off the bat and while it might have been quite a few years since Roy had to learn to ride a bike, it would seem that he at least has a fair idea of just what is required, what might help.

In some ways it all might be more challenging. There is no slow, natural progression. No tricycle, no training wheels. Just hop on, learn to balance on a pair of narrow tires and go. But there is no child-like awkwardness either. Clearly she has a pretty finely honed sense of balance already, given how she took to the surf board. Though being out on the water might have helped some.

Either way, the redhead shadows her for several minutes, occasionally pushed to move pretty fast to be there when those little wobbles threaten to turn into falls, but each time he is fortunately there to steady here until things start to smooth out.

"There's less to balance with," he agrees. "And you're probably innately more comfortable with the motion of the waves then the little bumps and the like of dry land," Roy suggests. "But you're coming along really well. We'll give it a few more minutes and then I'll grab my bike and we can start exploring if you're feeling steadier," he promises with a smile.

"And if you feel yourself start to lose your balance, aim for the grass. It's a whole lot softer then the pavement," he offers, one last little hint. Hopefully unneeded.

Kiana has posed:
Kiana rides around the open area of the park. When her balance is ok she looks like a natural, but as soon as it gets off she tends to wobble and not keep the front wheel straight.

Still, she's doing well, Roy proving to be an excellent teacher it seems. A few young men have stopped to watch from a little ways away. It probably having less to do with their interest in seeing someone learn to ride as other reasons. Kiana doesn't notice them though, only focusing on balancing on the bike, and sometimes looking up to flash warm smiles over to her teacher.

She is doing well but then a moment comes that she wasn't watching where she's going quite closely enough. She sees the trash receptacle at the last moment, swerving to miss it. And that results in a severe wobble. She's about to go down!

Roy Harper has posed:
In some ways it is almost comforting to know that no matter where you go in the world, some things don't really change. It's something the redheaded archer could just as easily have run into back home -- at least during the summer, probably less so at the moment. And really, if he wasn't keeping a close eye on things to try and make sure that Kiana didn't end up losing balance and tumbling over, he could easily have numbered amongst those appreciative onlookers.

While he might not feel the need to chase after her like a madman, racing to try and keep up with her, he does do his best to remain relatively close, something that he is better equipped to do then mostm trotting close by, taking advantage of the little square that they're practicing in, the fact that she circles to the outside while he remains inside, a tighter circle to manage while keeping clsoe.

And when she finds herself distracted? When she nearly slams into that trash receptacle and has to veer at the last minute, the bike beginning to wobble out of control? The redhead jumps over with surprising speed, planting a hand on the metal ring that circles the trash can, using it to propel himself over, to add to his momentum in time enough to grab hold at the last second.

"Gotcha!"

Kiana has posed:
Kiana hits that tipping point beyond which the fall is inevitable. Unless, a gallant young man bounds over the obstacle between himself and the about-to-fall girl, Roy catching her in the nick of time.

A few soft peals of laughter sound from Kiana as Roy's arms snare her at the last second, one of her own going around him. "I can tell you must be good at taking care of people," she tells him, gazing over into the handsome young man's eyes, and giving him a soft, shy smile.

She realizes her hand is on his chest, and Kiana puts her foot down on the ground so she can tilt the bike back upright, moving her hand back to the handlebar. "So, not running into things seems to also be important," she says with a bashful grin. "I think I can probably manage well enough if you think I'm ready," she says. "Long as I don't hit anything!"

Roy Harper has posed:
It is a close call to be sure and even with those reflexes, those instincts the bike was still on the verge of going over when Roy manages to snatch her up, arm slipping around her before the bike can complete the fall. Almost immediately his free hand reaches out, snagging one of the handles as well before the bike can go tumbling.

It's not showing off when he's trying to help right?

"Well, at the very least I have some pretty quick reflexes when it's time to rescue a pretty girl," Roy teases lightly, a quiet laugh escaping him before slackening his grop enough to let her plant feet solidly on the ground, still holding that bike for her.

Only letting go of both her and the bike once she's solidly back on the ground, the redhead rakes a hand through that hair once more, pushing back those longish fall from his forehead, a wry grin resting curved on his lips there. "Admittedly not hitting anything is one of the core ways that you can keep from falling over, it's true. But before that last wobble you were doing really well," he agrees. "I think we can risk it. Lets go see what Hammer Bay has to offer."

And with that, Roy trots over to retrieve his own bike from where it casually leans against a railing.