Title: What I Recall
(Yme continues to muse as she walks forward.)
There does remain the question of which way I should go from here.
The Yaoc is already out of sight. I can try to follow its trail and discover where it eventually drops my rod, but the sands can be deceptive.
I can take a up a simple stick, adjust it to my purposes and try to cast with it, but since it was not crafted in harmony with my development as was the frenting rod, I cannot expect it to provide any but the most rudimentary guidance and defense.
What did the Rod Spinners who went before me have to say?
I sift my brain for memories of the teachings given to us by the Ancestors.
What I recall is grim, of course.
