Title: Preparing the Cast
(Yme holds up the stick, it radiates stronger energy.)
Yme: There it goes, it feels so odd, as if there’s an echo, perhaps?
Or do I imagine the familiar presence of my attuned companion?
No speculation now. I must focus and prepare the cast...
(The Oistrem crouches, catlike, and prepares to take a leap over the ridge.)
Craisht Voices: Let your instincts guide you...
Do not delay, strike!
Oistrem: I strive to focus on the foe unseen, I hear the shifting of sand underfoot and soughing of the wind brings the scent...
(On the ground at its feet, Yme's frenting rod shakes as it radiates energy as well.)
Oistrem: What’s that other noise...?
