> Eila Juutilainen woke
...and briefly wondered where she was? *ducks*
> Eila got up, wincing at the cold of the room after the warmth of her pile of blankets, and briefly considered making a dive for their shelter again before following the elder witch out of the room.
*laughs* You can always do the time honored thing of taking your blankets with you, but I suppose they might frown upon that in the military.
> Then, placing a large glass bottle of some clear liquid on the table next to the pot, she added with a faint smile and a wink, "And everything goes with vodka."
It won't freeze, at least?
> the one sitting right next to her was regarding her with a kind of silent fascination, as one might consider an unfamiliar but not threatening animal
Naturally, the next step is to attempt to pet it. Or was that feed it?
> "Comrade Tiny One and I between us embody the whole of the Imperial Naval Air Service."
Yeesh, that's depressing. (She's not being literal, right?)
> To think that these five women had been operating flat-out in this crumbling ruin of a schoolhouse for more than six weeks straight... it was a wonder to her that they could even still function, much less hold their own.
Well, there's only 5 of them left, so at least they all have equipment? >.>
> It seemed to her that the habit the two navy witches had of calling each other Comrade with an audible capital C came from that same culture. She wished she had paid better attention now; at the time, all she had cared about was that whatever was happening inside the Tsar's military had derailed their invasion of Suomus and given the Defense Forces the chance they needed.
*looks down below* Certainly a different flavor to this revolution than the OTL one.
> "But I—what—..." She struggled to find a mental gear for a moment or two longer, then gave up with a sigh and muttered, "All right, fine, but just for today, you hear?"
*thinks back to an earlier piece* D'awwww.