ONE HUNDRED SIXTY-FIVE: Olorn-art'h
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“Here comes another one!” Stuart called. “Or maybe it’s not just one. It could be two.”
Alden had his eyes closed, and he was trying not to feel like a sad, sad failure of an Avowed.
“You’ll get it this time!” Stuart said.
“I think it would help if you weren’t so encouraging. I’m worried I’m hurting your feelings every time I miss.”
There was a pause in the cheerleading. They had left the area around the house behind to have their “duel” farther out in the woods. Alden was grateful for the lack of spectators.
I didn’t expect to be great at this yet, but I did think I would be a little better than I was against Big Snake last week.
He blamed the situation. It just wasn’t as easy to find your skill-aligned flow state when you were on another world, surrounded by knights, playing a messy version of catch with a wizard who was a tad too worried that if you missed all of his throws you’d become depressed about your affixation.