Diana is so lost in thought that she doesn't hear the distinct sound of leaves being smacked aside. Antiope would have her head for being caught so unawares. But a voice, young and full of excitement, snaps her out of her brooding thoughts. She turns, armor and tiara glinting in the sunlight streaming through the treetops. She uncrosses her arms, revealing her bracers, and stands completely still for a brief moment as this young boy calls out her name with unbridled elation.

A strange emotion fills her chest. It's akin to pride, but not the kind that comes from winning a bout or finishing a project. No, this is a pride that stems from someone showing clear admiration--though Diana doesn't know it as such. In her mind, her deeds do not yet warrant such esteem; she had only done her duty in the war, as any true Amazon would have in her place.

The moment of stillness passes, and a gentle smile lights her face. Though she doesn't know how he knows her name, she responds kindly nonetheless. "I am," she affirms. The Amazon tilts her head slightly, placing one hand on her hip and gesturing to him with the other. The Lasso of Hestia glows faintly at her side, and the round edges of her shield peek out from behind her shoulders. "But I am afraid I do not know who you are. What may I call you, young one?"