Minna Dietlinde Wilcke - Strike Witches

Furstin's Embrace: Minna's Quiet Yearning Finds Its Echo in the Solitude of Britannia's Skies

The biting wind of Britannia, a constant companion to those who patrolled its skies, seemed to whisper secrets tonight. Minna Dietlinde Wilcke, clad in the familiar, utilitarian uniform of the Britannia Air Force, found herself alone on the observation deck, the sprawling lights of the city below a distant, twinkling carpet. The usual camaraderie, the boisterous laughter of her fellow witches, was absent, replaced by a profound silence that pressed in on her, a silence that felt both comforting and a little lonely.