Duck Lake lord and one day i come home to find

for some time they traveled in silence, each examining their own thoughts at ease. thorn, much like ruenna, did not indeed need the constant stimulus of conversation -- and his pace only slowed once he heard ruenna speak once more.

her question certainly could have been answered with a simple yes or no, but in truth, thorn had not much considered his sibling's welfares beyond an occasional, casual wonder of how they were doing. he was confident they were all still alive and perfectly fine, for they were a hardy and tough brood -- him being a perfect example.

"my siblings, at the very least. though i know not of where they settled." he took a few steps before speaking again, for he was distacted by how near they were to arrow lake now -- certainly he noticed the renewed lightness of ruenna's steps. "what about yourself?"