( oddly enough, Diana had found it fun as well. her mother had always feared the heat in her blood, her love for battle — for her part, Diana was not afraid of loving the heat of the moment, the thrill of a fight. it made her feel alive, it was a testament to all her training, it was truly what she was meant for and she felt it keenly with every blow.
she didn't see anything wrong with enjoying battle, as long as her fondness didn't have her starting them with people undeserving or incapable. Exile was neither of those.
the amazon princess still wears a little flush from their sparring, a brightness to her eyes that most assuredly comes just as much from her delight as it does the thrill from trading blows. her hair is pinned up still from their fray, though it's falling now in bits and pieces. she doesn't seem to care. )
What sort of meal do you take after battle? ( Diana inquires, curious. she knows a few places, and will pick one best suited to her companion. )
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she didn't see anything wrong with enjoying battle, as long as her fondness didn't have her starting them with people undeserving or incapable. Exile was neither of those.
the amazon princess still wears a little flush from their sparring, a brightness to her eyes that most assuredly comes just as much from her delight as it does the thrill from trading blows. her hair is pinned up still from their fray, though it's falling now in bits and pieces. she doesn't seem to care. )
What sort of meal do you take after battle? ( Diana inquires, curious. she knows a few places, and will pick one best suited to her companion. )