Field Work, Part 1
Irene called it a test of sheer willpower. Something that I could use as a kind of benchmark as to what I could accomplish.
And sure, it was easy to see it that way… the same way it was easy to be beguiled by her words too. Because, really, it was more like a test of trying not to get an aneurysm than the virtuous task of grit and mettle she was making it out to be.
She instructed me to head over to where Adalia had been standing. Once she had me right in the middle of the open plain, I finally got the gist of what I was supposed to do.