Duck Lake lord and one day i come home to find

true to his word, the next morning found thorn at the spot he and @Ruenna had convened. a cold fog had rolled in over the lake, obscuring visibility to the point where thorn felt apprehensive and vulnerable in the thick mist. 

he waited, silent but alert — the wind was not in his favor and as he hunkered down under the arm of a snow-blanketed conifer, he resentfully noticed a new shift of fog drifting towards him. 

thorn wished for this covert meeting to be swift and uneventful — but as the minutes dragged on he began to wonder if perhaps ruenna had changed her mind.