Flesland Air Station, Bergen, Norway, United Kingdom of Baltland
Flesland Air Station, Bergen.
Watching by the side in a large beige jacket as large snowploughs clear the airstrip, Sergeant First Class Christina Vasa felt a bit unnerved at the coming arrival of the visitors. A greenhorn freshly out of flight school, the young witch felt a bit burdened trying to be the foremost representative of Baltland. Unlike her elder sister, Carla, Christina shied away from the limelight in a shrivel. Unsettled by media attention, she often had to be shielded by her mother and sister throughout her life on end. But now fifteen and a witch in the Baltlandic Air Force, Christina no longer had the luxury to hide. Selected as part of her squadron to join the White Skies Meet, she was hard-pressed to give the visitors a show of Baltlandic steel, and save her sister from further embarrassment.
Twiddling her thumbs, she awaited the call to form the reception for any arriving delegation. Seated with her teammates, Olivia and Ásdís, they were clearly not up for the task. All they could hope for was for their superiors, Carla and Maeja to return. Christina herself would have shuddered to face the scowl of any cocky foreign witch or pilot on her own.