Visiting Queen
Hippolyta's meeting with Alan Scott and Carter Hall had been very eye-opening for her. She had learned a good many new things, some interesting, some surprising. Many times a mix of both.
One of the more interesting things that Hippolyta had learned, though, was that there were some Amazons who had made their home on an island called Avalon.
That was where she was headed now, by way of ferry. She was dressed in what modern society called a Grecian-style gown, bought from some designer's boutique in Manhattan. Most of her clothes were gone, along with Themyscira, and she had no wish to wear the dirt-addled clothes that she had come back to life in. Even when cleaned, one could tell that she'd been buried in them. She had retained her crown and her bracelets, though. As well as the sword that was strapped to her back.
She had sent ahead word that she was going to make a visit before having departed the JSA Brownstone and making her way down towards New Jersey.
The ferry ride was shorter than Hippolyta had suspected it would have been, and she enjoyed the ride thoroughly. She'd always loved the ocean back home in Themyscira, and the waters here were not all that different.
Far less clean, perhaps, but there was nothing to be done for that.
Soon, the boat approached the dock, and Hippolyta made ready to set foot on this new island.
One of the more interesting things that Hippolyta had learned, though, was that there were some Amazons who had made their home on an island called Avalon.
That was where she was headed now, by way of ferry. She was dressed in what modern society called a Grecian-style gown, bought from some designer's boutique in Manhattan. Most of her clothes were gone, along with Themyscira, and she had no wish to wear the dirt-addled clothes that she had come back to life in. Even when cleaned, one could tell that she'd been buried in them. She had retained her crown and her bracelets, though. As well as the sword that was strapped to her back.
She had sent ahead word that she was going to make a visit before having departed the JSA Brownstone and making her way down towards New Jersey.
The ferry ride was shorter than Hippolyta had suspected it would have been, and she enjoyed the ride thoroughly. She'd always loved the ocean back home in Themyscira, and the waters here were not all that different.
Far less clean, perhaps, but there was nothing to be done for that.
Soon, the boat approached the dock, and Hippolyta made ready to set foot on this new island.