Title: Discordant Precepts
(Yme's stick lands before her, with its sharp end pointing uselessly to the sky. She looks frustrated.)
Yme: Well. This does not seem to be the most propitious omen.
Did I err? Or must I only be patient with this substandard instrument?
Perhaps the Oistrem interfered, I felt a burst of discordant precepts...
(Yme kneels to inspect the stick.)
Yme: The beast may attack at any time. I’ll try a quick analysis...
Usually a skyward or ground pointing calls for a mere recast, but if I take it with the other influences, I sense a longing, almost otherworldly in tone.
A grief for the other paths one loses forever by selecting only one...
