With summer nearing its end and nightfall arriving a little earlier each evening, Piper was determined to make the most of the remaining warm weather. She’d taken her motorcycle out beyond Destiny City in search of winding roads, switchbacks, and scenic views that weren’t interrupted by stoplights every few miles. By the time she decided to head back, the sun was sinking toward the western horizon, painting the sky in warm pink and yellow-orange hues.
As she passed a park along the route home, something unusually light colored caught her attention through the trees. It was only a fleeting glimpse, visible in the narrow spaces between the trunks as she passed by, but it was enough to pique her curiosity. The safer, more practical option would have been to simply continue home, but Piper was rarely one to pass up an opportunity for a little excitement.
She’d slowed down to a more reasonable speed before turning into the nearby parking lot and cutting the engine. After lowering the kickstand, Piper dismounted, then removed her helmet to let her hair fall free.
Although there was the possibility that what she saw was a civilian out walking their dog after a particularly long day at work, Piper was willing to bet that if the person was powered, they were likely to be a White Moon Senshi or possibly a Knight like she was. It had been some time since she’d last powered up, more than a year at least. Other than Antisana, she honestly couldn’t remember the last time she’d actually introduced herself to someone new.
With her helmet tucked under one arm, Piper followed one of the park’s paths toward where she thought she had seen the person standing. It didn’t take long for the trees to part enough for her to spot a figure ahead. Clad in pastel cloths that looked ready for a formal event, or perhaps a wedding, she found it difficult to tell if they were a Senshi, a Knight, or neither while standing behind them.
Piper stopped at a comfortable distance away and waited, her shoulder leaning against the rough tree bark, watching quietly as they drew and released another arrow at a paper target several yards away.
Only after he released his next shot did she finally power up. Her motorcycle uniform was replaced by an unfortunately scantily clad uniform suited for a Page of Ganymede.
She stepped forward, clapping her hands together in a quiet applause when she sensed a friendly aura radiating from what she determined was a knight like her.
“That last one was impressively close.” 
