((I had a couple more intimidating things I could have tried ... save em for the next scene! 
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Tranquillina fumes at the soldiers' laughter. A series of retributive possibilities flashes through her mind (weeping wounds ... put panic in their minds ... a little gift of explosive diarrhea ... lift them into the air and drop them ...) before she shuts her eyes and forces herself to be more rational, slowly and deliberately stooping over and palming a stone from the ground. Still almost snarling, she flings a Veil of Invisibility over herself without a word or gesture, then silently Wizard's Leaps a few dozen paces from the trench. From there she simply walks away for a few minutes, until she's sure she's alone.
Sitting on a large rock she encounters on a gently sloping hillside, she takes several deep breaths, her anger not yet gone at all. But after a few minutes, she begins to feel other things besides anger: remembered excitement from when she arose this morning, suspecting it would be her moving day; a second magical effort that succeeded (and, for that matter, successfully Leaping into a foreign Aegis!); the utter amazement, still undiminished, at the knowledge of a field Aegis; the indignity of being controlled by another's spell ([color=magenta]what am I, an apprentice?!); the derision of the turb, the honest danger (maga or not) of being a Gifted woman surrounded by unsympathetic soldiers in the middle of nowhere. All these emotions pushing against one another, making it hard to think straight, making it incomparable to virtually any day from the last thirty years of her life.
She feels alive.
Not calm and comfortable, like back at Nigrasaxa - not in control of her small, constrained world - but alive, exposed to a new land, to the larger Order, to reasons for reading and tinkering and involving herself. [color=magenta]Am I wrong, she interrogates herself, [color=magenta]to be ... motivated, by upheaval? To feel allure, for risk? The triangle of Mont Beuvray on the horizon offers no response. Her fingers glide over the smooth stone she took from the trenchside, then place it in her pouch next to the wolf-coin. [color=magenta]Scant evidence, but at least something concrete to show. And Maris all but ordered me to tell this tale to the magi at Mons Electi.... she affirms wryly.
Finally Tranquillina stands; sees her own shadow through her body; performs twice the Unraveling formula to restore her image to normal. Assumes again the Eyes of the Eagle. Feeling hunger, she takes out a piece of salted meat, but after a moment stows it back away; [color=magenta]I feel more like a fresh meal, she grins. Rapidly she drops to all fours, her cloak nearly covering her, and rolls sideways three times; by the end of the third roll, her body is that of a wolf. She lolls her tongue out to breathe deeply, and catches the scents on the wind. Lining her path up with Mont Beuvray, Tranquillina lopes off at a good pace, scanning the world for prey.