Ensuring there was enough food for the party had become something of a personal mission for Diana. She still longs for the grand feasts on Themyscira, sitting around a table or a fire with her sisters, sharing stories and drinks, and this seems as close to that as she can get right now. So she'll be moving to and from the kitchen of her ranch, bringing out trays of vegetables, meats, and various snackfoods to the field where the fire is. She helps herself as well, particularly the marshmallows for s'mores, which she holds out over the open flame to achieve the perfect golden-brown, crispy coating. There are more than a few times when she burns the 'mallow to a crips, but nothing goes to waste, and they just end up in her mouth instead of between some graham crackers and chocolate. Maybe she could use some tips.
ii. swordplay
When Dylan had asked her to teach him to swordfight, she had been absolutely delighted. It reminded her a little bit of when she had been a child, and all those times she had begged her mother to let her start her training. But he'd only needed to ask once--he is old enough, she thinks, to learn and have his own blade.
Having the ring set up at his birthday party seems like an equally good idea, though when the weapons, both steel and wood, are out, Diana watches everyone unerringly. Her eyes never leave the ring or the participants, and she circles the roped off area diligently. Live steel is only given to those who she knows are already skilled with a blade, or can prove to her they can handle it without accidentally stabbing themselves. She does not wear her armor, but her own sword and shield are kept atop a haybale nearby, and she's wearing her bracers, sleeves rolled up to leave them visible.
Go head, ask her to spar. She'll be thrilled.
iii. wildcard
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diana prince | ota
Ensuring there was enough food for the party had become something of a personal mission for Diana. She still longs for the grand feasts on Themyscira, sitting around a table or a fire with her sisters, sharing stories and drinks, and this seems as close to that as she can get right now. So she'll be moving to and from the kitchen of her ranch, bringing out trays of vegetables, meats, and various snackfoods to the field where the fire is. She helps herself as well, particularly the marshmallows for s'mores, which she holds out over the open flame to achieve the perfect golden-brown, crispy coating. There are more than a few times when she burns the 'mallow to a crips, but nothing goes to waste, and they just end up in her mouth instead of between some graham crackers and chocolate. Maybe she could use some tips.
ii. swordplay
When Dylan had asked her to teach him to swordfight, she had been absolutely delighted. It reminded her a little bit of when she had been a child, and all those times she had begged her mother to let her start her training. But he'd only needed to ask once--he is old enough, she thinks, to learn and have his own blade.
Having the ring set up at his birthday party seems like an equally good idea, though when the weapons, both steel and wood, are out, Diana watches everyone unerringly. Her eyes never leave the ring or the participants, and she circles the roped off area diligently. Live steel is only given to those who she knows are already skilled with a blade, or can prove to her they can handle it without accidentally stabbing themselves. She does not wear her armor, but her own sword and shield are kept atop a haybale nearby, and she's wearing her bracers, sleeves rolled up to leave them visible.
Go head, ask her to spar. She'll be thrilled.
iii. wildcard
[ooc; hit me up with anything! feel free to pm me or hit me up on plurk at