Stone Circle defeat the stymphalian birds

something he has said has perturbed her, ingram guesses.

only you know the answer to those questions. ingram replies, understanding that what he told is likely not what she wished to hear: on any account. the threadbones were up for interpretation: of the reader, of the witness.

in this, it was not up to ingram to tell her what they meant. she had asked and he had read and now she was left to face what the threadbones revealed ... or, she could disregard them entirely.

the choice was her's.

her's alone.

he gives a soft shake of his head, large paw gathering up the bones, into the cradle of the furs he used to transport them.

the reading will not change, speaks the oracle, deep, smoky timbre made soft. not pitying, for he does not pity any ... but not harsh. not as harsh as he can be, for certain. do with what the threadbones gave you as you will. or ponder what they've revealed and return. only then may the reading change.