Clueless Delver

Tul-Anesh walked to Tul-Mitush's side and sat next to her, and asked with a tone of suppressed excitement. "So... How was the tribulation...? Did you see anyone... You know... famous there?" Hearing this, Tul-Mitush felt like rolling her eyes.

On his face was a gentle smile which always felt somewhat infectious to her, but she suppressed the ticklish feeling in her and tried to keep a straight face, though traces of a smile crept onto her lips.

As she turned to face behind her, Tul-Mitush saw her cousin Tul-Anesh who was slightly taller than herself, and bore a lithe frame. Dressed in simple white linen robes, he wore is glossy black hair in a ponytail which rested on his left shoulder.

"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.