“It’s a dangerous world out there, honey.” Your mother coos in the way she always does whenever talking to you, her hand plays with the curls in your hair — twirling it around as her eyes look over the scenery of Themyscira.

You have been wanting to go out into mankind’s world, your mother goes all the time so why isn’t it allowed for you?

“Just because I go out there does not mean it’s safe for my star.” Her hands trance over your cheek, her thumb rubbing underneath your eyelashes.