Diana can only imagine what Etta would say if she saw today's outfits. Certainly, it's not Amazonian armor, which she would honestly find practical and preferable, but the fitted gray slacks and deep blue cowl sweater she wears are far easier to maneuver in than many of Etta's original options. The man at the department store had assured her, at least, that they were both understated and fashionable.
She's used to turning heads for her height and her posture, which she knows to be far more confident than modern society seems to expect of a woman, but she's not used to children staring at her so.
Immediately, her heart melts at the sight of the angelic little boy and his older companion (brothers?) and she walks over, smiling.
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Date: 2017-12-04 07:56 am (UTC)She's used to turning heads for her height and her posture, which she knows to be far more confident than modern society seems to expect of a woman, but she's not used to children staring at her so.
Immediately, her heart melts at the sight of the angelic little boy and his older companion (brothers?) and she walks over, smiling.