War Post #3 - A Dragon in Prey's colours
[Day 13, 06:00]
The map tent is cool in the predawn chill and I nod to one of the junior officers who is hurriedly setting up a brazier in the corner. The smell of charcol, sweat and tallow is an atavistic trigger of memories millennia old and the sounds of a stirring army...if I half-close my eyes, it could be the last campaign. A final briefing before the last string of battles.
No. I do not have the luxury of time to remember that.
I study the illusion that maps the surroundings, half-aware of my surroundings as officers file in, sleepy complaints dying as they register my presence. I can taste the awe...and the fear. How much worse will it be once I actually do something worthy of note? The thought is depressing and I shrug it off, turning to look as von Khrennikov-san enters with the magpie-like kohi clattering in her wake.
::von Khrennikov-san. We are all present?
The map tent is cool in the predawn chill and I nod to one of the junior officers who is hurriedly setting up a brazier in the corner. The smell of charcol, sweat and tallow is an atavistic trigger of memories millennia old and the sounds of a stirring army...if I half-close my eyes, it could be the last campaign. A final briefing before the last string of battles.
No. I do not have the luxury of time to remember that.
I study the illusion that maps the surroundings, half-aware of my surroundings as officers file in, sleepy complaints dying as they register my presence. I can taste the awe...and the fear. How much worse will it be once I actually do something worthy of note? The thought is depressing and I shrug it off, turning to look as von Khrennikov-san enters with the magpie-like kohi clattering in her wake.
::von Khrennikov-san. We are all present?