NELISSA’S POV
"Tired, huh?"
Straightening, I wipe off the beads of sweat that have built up around my brows. It drips down my fingers and onto the loam ground where the heat of the sun eats it up and dries it immediately.
My hair is everywhere and I am all sweaty. My fingers are caked with dirt and the scorching heat of the sun beats against my skin, through the thin fabric of the flannel dress I have on.
"No, I am not."
They're definitely waiting for me to drop to the ground, spent from tilling the soil and making heaps. I've gone over five kilometers and the women are surprised that I keep going even if I am no different from scarecrows that line the field.
This morning, I'd been awoken by Lilith. Apparently, the women wanted me to join them on a trip to the plains to cultivate the
