open; when the others blocked your light

[monomachy]

Who: Diana & anyone!
When: May
Where: Free Cities, Horizon
What: Questing, eating, training, messing around with magic and moth hares
Warnings: TBD




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closed to cass; cadens; questing

[monomachy]

When the call goes out for people (specifically Summoned) to help curb the effect of the moth hares on the city, Diana doesn't hesitate to step up and help out. While the creatures are undoubtedly adorable, she can see how they might easily become a nuisance if allowed to make their migration right through the middle of such a busy city. And the little devices the scientists in Cadens have come up with to deter the furry little beasts from certain areas seem harmless enough. Well, the high-pitched noise they make is incredibly annoying, but that's clearly the point.

She'd been assigned a partner, and had smiled widely at the young woman upon their meeting, introducing herself as "Diana of Themyscira," feeling a little more comfortable with that name than Diana Prince. They've been assigned an area right outside one of the labs, and Diana turns the small metal gadget over in her hands, brows drawn together as she frowns.

"This one doesn't seem to be working."

open; cadens; imbued weapons training

[monomachy]

Diana has never considered herself to be magically-inclined. Very few Amazons possessed a talent for magic in the first place, so it was never a core part of her education or training. She knows some basics, of course, but it was really only something one heard about in the old stories. Magic was a gift of the gods, and with the gods dead, there was little room for magic in everyday life on Themyscira.

Not so, in this world.

Everywhere she goes, Diana sees magic. Perhaps not as classically-defined as she might have once thought it, but magic all the same. And after visiting the Horizon, she sees it in herself, too. Feels it. It could be because she is the child of a god, or because she was Summoned here. Whatever the reason, the spark is now there, and after a little bit of work, she figures out how to grasp it.

She rents out one of the smaller training yards in Cadens. It costs her a pretty penny, but the odd jobs and escort duties she's taken on have begun to pay off. She wants privacy in case--well, in case something goes wrong. Magic isn't easy to control, she assumes, and she doesn't want anyone to get caught in the crossfire if something unexpected happens.

Diana has gathered a few of the wooden training weapons and laid them out in front of her. She closes her eyes, concentrating. And--there! The magic is there, right in the same place it was the first time she returned from the Horizon: frigid cold; blazing fire; cracking thunder; steady earth; and radiant light. She feels them all circling, flowing within her, and thinks she knows how to grasp them. Curious passersby may see her conducting a small ritual over some of the weapons: offering a prayer in a foreign tongue, pouring wine over the weapons and into the earth. Some of the weapons change, bearing an elemental mark or perhaps a strange shot of color through the wood.

She picks up a sword, testing its heft and balance. Nothing seems to have changed about the weight, but she can definitely feel something new about it. She turns to one of the dummies and takes a swing; a small bolt of lightning shoots up the practice blade, sizzling some of the loose threads on the linen covering the standee's hay insides. Diana gives a loud whoop of joy at her success, and rushes to choose another weapon, another element, with a wide grin.

open; cadens; moth hare moonlight

[monomachy]

Diana has spent a few days watching the behavior of the moth hares, and has come to the conclusion that they hold similarities to both of their namesake creatures, but one of them is particularly fascinating to her. She waits until the sun sets, and gathers up a little bundle of vegetables and the lantern she'd acquired especially for this purpose.

In one of the quiet parks, she lights the lantern, lays out her little bundle of food, and waits. Soon enough, a small flock of the moth hares, perhaps half a dozen of them, start flitting around the little pool of light cast by her lantern. She watches them, entranced, and picks up a head of lettuce, holding it out in front of her. One of the hares flutters right up to it, and starts nibbling; she uses her free hand to gently nudge one that has landed near the lantern away from potential harm.

Maybe she hears a twig snap nearby, or perhaps there's another light source; either way, Diana will turn towards the disturbance, holding a finger to her lips. "Shhh," she says, keeping her tone low and even. "I don't want to frighten them away."

open; horizon; obstacle course

[monomachy]

The Horizon, she'd quickly realized, is a strange place where she can feel both at home and completely detached from everything around her. It is, perhaps, because while she is able to make a small facsimile of her beloved island, it is a hollow creation without her fellow Amazons to make it come alive. Still, the stone-and-marble architecture, the mountainous scrub, and the beautiful carved statues of the gods do make her homesick heart ache a little less.

When she feels this way, there is only one thing she knows how to do to help herself forget: she must train. Antiope would advise her so, and she will not let her late mentor down. And here, in the Horizon, it is easy to come up with ways to work herself to exhaustion so she can no longer feel the emptiness of this shadow Themyscira.

She is dressed for the course, takes her starting position. There is no space for the miles of swimming and horse-trails like home, but the pillars and hoops are easy enough to recreate. The course stands ready, and she forces herself to let her mind go blank of everything but the beat of her heart and the sound of her own breathing. There are no roaring crowds, not even a replica of the amphitheater around her, but she can still feel them in her soul, her sisters' eyes on her.

She runs, leaps, grabs on to one of the ropes and begins to climb, using only the strength of her arms. It should be easy, but here in the Horizon, she can do anything she wants--make anything as easy or as difficult as she wants, and so she pushes herself, imagines what it felt like when she was a child and had not yet come into her power. Imagines her body is as strong as any other Amazon's, and hopes that her resolve will be, too. She makes it to the top, breathing hard, and slips through the first barrier, then bounds from one pillar to the next--and is smacked by the weighted log blocking her path. She falls fifty feet down into the water below, drags herself out, sand sticking to her soaked sandals--and begins again.