19: Deva
Deva
Deva’s initiation was a breeze.
Okay, it wasn’t that simple. The man she’d spoken to—he never gave his name, but everyone called him ‘Super’—had her lifting metalwork and stone, far more than any other worker was carrying. She’d ache in the morning, that was for sure. But the weight-lifting was just a part of the test, to see if she complained or wimped out.
As for the work itself, that was straightforward. Sure, some of the bonding techniques on the stone were technical, but nothing she couldn’t pick up with a little concentration. And Deva flew through most of the tasks, fixing equipment on the fly, using work-arounds when particular tools just happened to be unavailable. She even worked with a smile the whole time.
There was no way Super could refuse her a positio
