Clueless Delver

"Anesh... Aren't you a little too old for pranks...?" "Hehe... I couldn't help it. I called out your name several times but you didn't reply..."

But her movement was quickly stopped as the back of her head struck against firm flesh. "Yowch!" A familiar boyish voice came from behind Tul-Mitush. At that moment her fright turned into slight annoyance.

All of a sudden, Tul-Mitush felt her vision grow dark as a large palm suddenly appeared in her vision. A chill ran down her spine as she yelped in surprise and jerked backward against bench she sat upon.

And it was precisely this unexpected simplicity of the trial's request that troubled her. Surely a trial to determine one's aptitude to become essentially the leader of a region of the great Lal-Mit ought to be considerably more difficult - at least that was what she had expected despite this trial being the first of likely many other trials.

She could not help but feel something amiss when she had then heard the concoction that she had to prepare to pass the trial. Though the Farsight concoction considered advanced and could likely disqualify half of the participants considering their age and lack of experience, to the precocious or the extremely diligent, it could be said to be the easiest of all other concoctions considered in the advanced category.

In her mind's eye, she had conjured the exact scene of the trial yesterday - the components of the Farsight concoction, the equipment she had brought to the tincturing hall that day, and even those that were stationed adjacent to herself at the venue.

In the greeting hall of the Imiti Residence. Tul-Mitush gazed moodily at the sky as she reflected on the trial which she had previously participated.