Title: At the Edge
(Yme nears the end of her preparations.)
Yme: The world turns in its own cycles beyond my attention. My focus is unaffected. I am invigorated by my directed energy!
It shall not grow more propitious, I must cast now to capture the result.
I give of my will...
(Over the ridge, the Oistrem hefts the rocks and shivers.)
Oistrem: I am so weary I can barely wield the stone...
But I must strike ere I am lost!
