Marcilla Pt 3: A Job For You
MARCILLA: “You’re just trying too hard,” I said. Enid huffed in frustration. Her face was flushed with effort and her straggly hair was plastered across her brow. “I’ll never be able to bloody do this.” “Of course you will.” I looked at her, standing by the door, and pointed to the window. “You don’t have to hold your breath and will yourself to move there. All you have to do is feel yourself there. Let’s try it once more.” Enid tried. She closed her eyes tight, clenched her fists, and thrust her head forward on her shoulders. Of course nothing happened. She stayed right where she was, with her back to the door. I sighed. “Let’s take a break from that for today. We can start learning about wards again and how to beat them.” …