>Oh hey, what an unexpected Christmas present. I was just saying
>elsewhere that I'd love to see more OWaW.

WOOT! I loves me some OWAW, and I was genuinely wondering if we'd see a story based on that art of Sanya as an Orussian soldier.

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>> "He is laziest bear in whole world, I would never be convincing him to climb up here."
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>On the other hand, if Wojtek wasn't lazy I'm a little amused at the
>lengths they'd have to go to to help him climb up to the top of the
>tower.

And the fact is, there are some things Witolda probably should do alone no matter how close she is to Wojtek. Like apologize for real, or have a serious conversation. Come to think of it, aside from her toasting Eila while drunk ("To beautiful women!") I'm not sure she's expressed interest in anything that would really require Wojtek to clear the hell out. I wonder if Wojtek's presence isn't a big reason for that.

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>> No, it's all right," she said, surprising herself slightly as she said it. "I'm just... thinking of where to start. Or, no... of how to start.
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>I thought this was cute as a framing device to tell the rest of the
>story, so to speak.

Adorable, as a matter of fact. Pity the whole squadron didn't get to see that blush. =)

>> Behind and slightly above her, she saw one of the Orussian witches—a blonde in a sheepskin jacket, flying a brown-painted heavy Striker—rolling in on that same ground target in a shallow dive to the left. In her right hand, she held a long-barreled autocannon; tucked under her left arm was a bulky object Eila did not immediately recognize...
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>I'm embarrassed to admit that it's been a little bit so I don't
>remember Sanya's description offhand, and thus on first read I wasn't
>sure yet who was who and what Eila's first introduction to her
>actually was.

Actually, I have a question about that. Not all the Orussian witches were named; are they all in the canon, such that we can look them up in the wiki? Or are some local inventions?

>> Eila was so shocked by the girl's youth and the surprising color of her eyes that she momentarily forgot where she was or why
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>Well, that's certainly a first impression that'll stick with you.

Ah...yes, panic at first sight.

And also, battle lust. Classic, unadulterated battle lust. It's a thing.

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>> She had a narrow horizontal scar under her left eye and a battered peaked officer's cap crammed down on her head, and in her left hand she had a pair of bulky felt boots.
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>You have to feel bad for very small or very tall Witches visiting
>other airfields unexpectedly where they may not have footwear in the
>right size.

And this is why Hannelore came prepared. =)

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