That gets a little smile out of her, and she nods. "I don't think such gifts are very common where I'm from, either." Of course her sisters are all extraordinary in their own ways, but she hadn't had the time to explore the world of men, to discover what abilities mortals might have. She wonders if her own world would parallel this one in that.
Her gaze follows his pointing, and her eyes light up. She finally pulls the lariat from her waist, its glow intensifying with her touch. "Easily." Diana swings the lasso once, twice, and then sends it soaring towards her mark. It moves as if with a mind of its own, seeming to grow and lengthen exactly as much as it needs to in order to reach the sign. And it snaps taut around the metal, providing a perfect anchor. She starts to haul herself towards it, straining against the magic holding her aloft. The flowers and vines spread faster the closer she gets to the ground, twining down her arm and even around the lariat itself.
By the time her feet touch the earth, she feels--lighter. Like working against the spell with brute strength had been siphoning away her energy, but as soon as she was grounded once more, its hold on her was severed. Diana frowns, rolling her shoulders and snapping the lasso back to her hands as she tries to shake the feeling off. She knows there are usually ways to break spells, but it isn't as if she's had a lot of training in that area. So this will have to do.
She turns to face the man, walking back towards him, tilting her head back the closer she gets. Flowers still tangle through her hair, but at least they aren't spreading anymore. She smiles. "See, easy. Are you ready?"
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Her gaze follows his pointing, and her eyes light up. She finally pulls the lariat from her waist, its glow intensifying with her touch. "Easily." Diana swings the lasso once, twice, and then sends it soaring towards her mark. It moves as if with a mind of its own, seeming to grow and lengthen exactly as much as it needs to in order to reach the sign. And it snaps taut around the metal, providing a perfect anchor. She starts to haul herself towards it, straining against the magic holding her aloft. The flowers and vines spread faster the closer she gets to the ground, twining down her arm and even around the lariat itself.
By the time her feet touch the earth, she feels--lighter. Like working against the spell with brute strength had been siphoning away her energy, but as soon as she was grounded once more, its hold on her was severed. Diana frowns, rolling her shoulders and snapping the lasso back to her hands as she tries to shake the feeling off. She knows there are usually ways to break spells, but it isn't as if she's had a lot of training in that area. So this will have to do.
She turns to face the man, walking back towards him, tilting her head back the closer she gets. Flowers still tangle through her hair, but at least they aren't spreading anymore. She smiles. "See, easy. Are you ready?"