unplanned landing

[characterquarry]

She's at the lead of a formation of six Witches, flying her metal not-quite-a-broom out on a routine patrol. She carries her bow, sword, quiver of arrows, four loaded flintlock pistols, two pot-bombs. The usual loadout.

What she finds is not any alien invader she's familiar with. It's a flying snake with a mirror for a head.

"Pull up! It's faster than us, so use formation wagon-wheel!" Bows come out, and arrows fly at it, but they bounce uselessly off its mirror-head and scales. After a few minutes of this she charges in, drops one of her pot-bombs on it at point blank range, then pulls a roll to dodge as it charges past, but not fast enough-

And she's somewhere else entirely.

Comments

[characterquarry]

"Sorry if I'm imposing. I'd ask for a key, but that seems even more inconvenient. Would it be better to come back earlier, later? I could bring a book along."

[maggie_of_the_owls]

"You can borrow mine," Jaromira says, shrugging. "It's more convenient to use it, most of the time, but I can pick the lock."

[characterquarry]

"Thank you. In that case, you won't have to be here if you don't want to. See you in a couple of hours."

Presumably the key is handed over and Gepard heads for the woods, broom in tow.


Some hours later, she comes back to their room and resumes reading engineering and military history textbooks.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

Eventually, Daphne will come in and say that they are planning to leave for dinner soon.