How to describe it in a way that fit this world? She hadn't been long in the Patriarch's world before the gods commanded her people to reveal themselves and even then, the myths of the Amazons had already existed.

"My sisters taught me," Diana says, weighing her words as she helps Coupe across the way to the healers' tent. She takes her cues from the older woman as to how much help is permissible, but she doesn't stray very far, "I was raised in a place... a bit like a convent. The women who raised me taught me to fight."

There was precious little way to describe the Themyscira of her childhood, beautiful jewel set over the teaming roiling evil below they had been tasked with guarding. That Themyscira didn't exist anymore, hadn't for years now, but the wound still ached now and again.