Sienna stared at herself in the small mirror. The TPF uniform she wore felt strange and uncomfortable, even though she’d only stopped wearing it a few weeks ago.
She peered closer, taking in every line and shadow on her face. Even though it was the same face that had stared back at her for twenty-six years, she didn’t look like the same person, yet she did. She’d changed somehow, but she couldn’t put her finger on just what exactly was different.
Or maybe she could.
“You’ve gained more life experiences in those short weeks than you’ll ever gain in a lifetime,” she told herself, adjusting her collar. Her eyes fell on the little silver bars that now announced her new rank of lieutenant. The promotion had been given to her while in route back to K’Stollia. Yes, she was officially on jirs,
