KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He picked up on the amusement, and cocked a brow at it. "What, Halo isn't already the worst you've seen?" Not that he thought of it as a horrible place. Harsh, yes, and dangerous... but oh, so beautiful. Stark and fierce and merciless... Just the way Korbin liked things.
Freeing himself from Loren's arm, if the man hadn't already withdrawn, Korbin stood up. Stretched, twisting about until his spine popped; he felt no soreness after the fight, which was rather anticlimactic. He went over to the opening, and peered outside. It was still completely white, though the wind had died down marginally.
"I don't mind. I was... very young. Mom was still around, and dad. Five, maybe six years old? I remember I couldn't sleep, so I got dressed and went outside. Strolled through the empty streets... I fell asleep by the shrine, and there was a voice that spoke to me."
He frowned softly, and turned back. Leaned against the ice, hands tucked into the generous pockets of his overcoat.
"Can't remember what was said. But I flew home. And the others found a raven in my bed, instead of a kid." He huffed a little laugh in amusement. "As I recall, they were a bit surprised."
It wasn't much of a story, and he was in no mood to embellish it. Could have woven a grand tale for Loren's benefit... but not today.
"What about you? You're attuned, but you've got magic too. How did that happen? I thought that sort of thing was impossible."
He looked a bit... not envious perhaps, but wistful. Korbin always wished he had the same kind of gifts as Erebor and Weaver. And Straia. Being the odd bird out wasn't all that fun, even if he wouldn't give up the flying for anything.
Freeing himself from Loren's arm, if the man hadn't already withdrawn, Korbin stood up. Stretched, twisting about until his spine popped; he felt no soreness after the fight, which was rather anticlimactic. He went over to the opening, and peered outside. It was still completely white, though the wind had died down marginally.
"I don't mind. I was... very young. Mom was still around, and dad. Five, maybe six years old? I remember I couldn't sleep, so I got dressed and went outside. Strolled through the empty streets... I fell asleep by the shrine, and there was a voice that spoke to me."
He frowned softly, and turned back. Leaned against the ice, hands tucked into the generous pockets of his overcoat.
"Can't remember what was said. But I flew home. And the others found a raven in my bed, instead of a kid." He huffed a little laugh in amusement. "As I recall, they were a bit surprised."
It wasn't much of a story, and he was in no mood to embellish it. Could have woven a grand tale for Loren's benefit... but not today.
"What about you? You're attuned, but you've got magic too. How did that happen? I thought that sort of thing was impossible."
He looked a bit... not envious perhaps, but wistful. Korbin always wished he had the same kind of gifts as Erebor and Weaver. And Straia. Being the odd bird out wasn't all that fun, even if he wouldn't give up the flying for anything.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
