Cortlyn's mind drifted back to the last six weeks of her life.
It was like the whole Realm had gone crazy.
Training.
Flight time.
Classes and more classes, a neverending cascade of them. Instructors went from talking about multi-casting to wand safety to clearing buildings, room by room.
There was paperwork. Stars and stones, there was so much paperwork...
There was also a... psychiatric exam? Cortlyn was *pretty* sure she was clinically depressed... but the docs said she was fine to deploy.
Oh-- and on top of that... there was-- surprise! More training!
Someone from Whitehearth gave a class on basic Divine Armor control.
Divine Armor control.
That was a class for Alpha Squad-- not someone like her!
But... if there was any benefit at all... it was the eye candy.
Besides training and... the subtly-different more-training... there was also *joint* training.
