When the weather is clear, the Alps seen from eight thousand feet above ground are breathtaking. Tanya doesn't even need a rebreather; these days her orb includes an oxygen-concentrating spell. War is a regrettable business, but sometimes there are little moments on patrol when you can almost forget the smell of smoke and blood and contemplate how much people would pay to go on this flight, if not for the risk of being shot at.
The world would be so much better if there were peace, but they have to fight and win a war to get to that world.
A pity that a giant rift in space suddenly opens and swallows Tanya whole before she can avoid it.
Tanya shoots out the other end frantically dodging nothing in particular and ready to shoot the moment she has a target other than the giant bloom of magic all around her.