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Memory. You remember that the evening fog is a first-cousin to the noonday breeze and the morning dew, and just as often forgotten. Fog knows no god, but perhaps it can be cajoled to humor one who rules over little else.
The days are bright and clear. Snowfall fills your offering bowl, draping the trees with a blanket of a powder-white. The farmhouse windows flicker with soft candlelight.
Every morning, your silent diligence melts ice crystals from the flesh of fragile seedlings. You temper the evening fog and sow gentle vapor, leaving swirls of sparkling condensation across the moon-lit sky.
>ROLL 1d20 + 4 [GOOD WEATHER] + 4 [MEMORY] for the frost-harvest. Best of 3.
AND:
>[DUSKWARD] - Look Duskward [Middle Left]. [-1 FAITH]
>[SKYWARD] - Look Duskward [TOP]. [-1 FAITH]
>[NOTHING] - The seasons pass. But you remain.
