KORBIN
Leave my loneliness unbroken!
- quit the bust above my door!
- quit the bust above my door!
He did always appreciate a good listener, as much as he did a good story. Aisha was dutiful in her rapt attention, and it stroked the feathers of his ego very pleasantly. It felt good, to see he hadn't lost his touch yet.
"Fire went its own way," he told her, and kept spinning the yarn of his tale for her entertainment. "It too found a place to settle, but it never forgot the fair face of its lover. Restless it was, and kept leaving to roam the world, ever searching for its lost partner. And they did find each other... But so much time had passed that they had grown entirely apart, and could no longer be as they were. Ice stayed in the north, and Fire went away. It is said that Fire peeks through the hearths we build to keep us warm, however, in the hopes of catching a glimpse of Ice once more.
"And perhaps Ice does not mind so much, because it has long been a law in Halo that a fire must never be allowed to go out. To do so would be a terrible crime."
One his sister often accused him of, without any actual basis. Just because he didn't keep it roaring up into the chimney all the time...
But he digressed.
The raven cocked its head aside. "Your turn. Tell me a story of your home," he prompted. Curiously wondering what kind of things she would reveal.
"Fire went its own way," he told her, and kept spinning the yarn of his tale for her entertainment. "It too found a place to settle, but it never forgot the fair face of its lover. Restless it was, and kept leaving to roam the world, ever searching for its lost partner. And they did find each other... But so much time had passed that they had grown entirely apart, and could no longer be as they were. Ice stayed in the north, and Fire went away. It is said that Fire peeks through the hearths we build to keep us warm, however, in the hopes of catching a glimpse of Ice once more.
"And perhaps Ice does not mind so much, because it has long been a law in Halo that a fire must never be allowed to go out. To do so would be a terrible crime."
One his sister often accused him of, without any actual basis. Just because he didn't keep it roaring up into the chimney all the time...
But he digressed.
The raven cocked its head aside. "Your turn. Tell me a story of your home," he prompted. Curiously wondering what kind of things she would reveal.
Quoth the Raven,
"Nevermore."
"Nevermore."
