"So how long do you think it will take to repair your ship?" Hippolyta chewed slowly. 
                              "I don't know, the sip is in remarkably good shape for just having crashed." Thomas rubbed his chin, "a week or more." He estimated. 
                              Hippolyta took a deep breath, shoving every urge to want to throw the pilot and his son out, and smiled, "your welcome to stay as along as you need." 
                              In the back of her mind she noted to keep a close eye on the man. 
                              While she was inside her mind she realized that Diana was late for dinner. But just a moment latter Diana and Bruce walked thought the door. 
                              Tempted to yell she saw the flowers in their hairs. "What's this?" She mustered. 
                              "I showed Bruce around." Diana smiled. 
                              "Ah," Hippolyta leaned back in her chair. "That was nice of you." 
                              "Is this your daughter?" Thomas short Diana a warm smile. 
                              "Yes." She looked rough Bruce who had a full flower crown on his head. "And, this your son." 
                              "Yep." Thomas hoisted Bruce into a seat. 
                              They began to eat their dinner and made awkward small talk. 
                              "So Diana, how's you preparation for the dance of Blades coming along?" 
                              "Good." 
                              "What's that?" Thomas asked. "The dance of blades?" 
                              "It's a celebration we have here. It is A customer that the princess perform the dance with another. Speaking of that," she turned to Diana. "have you chosen your partner?" 
                              Diana nervously reached for her water and took a sip. In to the liquid she bubbled, "not yet." 
                              Hippolyta sighed heavily. "The Dance is in less that a week and you still haven't chose a partner?!" 
                              "I know my part already I just need to find someone to preform with." Diana tired to reason. 
                              "You're going to the area tomorrow and your choosing your partner." 
                              "Arena?" Thomas has stars in his eyes. "is that like gladiators ans stuff like that?" 
                              "It's the place where girls train to be come worriers." 
                              "Can Bruce go along. I don't want him by the plane. Its going to be messy and he'll just get in the way." 
                              "Sure, why not." 
                              Diana turned to Bruce exited that he would be going to the area with her the next day But Bruce has the sad look again staring down in his lap. 
                              The next morning Bruce stood ready by the door where Diana Meet up with him. 
                              "Ready?" She asked. 
                              "I've been ready for the past ten minutes." He chuckled. 
                              They laughed as they took off form the castle to the training arena. The moment they stepped into the arena the whole mood changed. 
                              The girls looked to Bruce and Diana. Gaea, Alena, Lia, ans Kasia came to great them. 
                              "So do you know who your going to chose." Alena looked hopeful. 
                              "No not yet." Diana looked at each one of them trying to decipher in her mind which would be the best to perform the dance with. 
                              "Common girls. It's time to start..." the instructor came over. "The dance of Blades?" She looked to Diana. "You still haven't chosen?" 
                                      
                                  
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