KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
There was an inclination to withdraw into sullen silence. To shut down, close himself off, just... return to the reticence he'd worn at the beginning of this incident. But somehow, the young man knew they'd already come too far for that. Too many words had been exchanged, and even if he continued with the pretense of loathing... it just didn't have the same cutting edge as before.
It seemed pointless to be an ass to someone who just shrugged and smiled back.
"Ah. Like the snowstorm didn't have anything to do with that," he mumbled back. There was only the slightest bite to his tone; no doubt, if there had been a way to leave sooner, Korbin would have been long gone by now.Let's just pretend he didn't actually enjoy himself for a moment or two.
He watched the ice melt and run off. The wind had stilled, but snow kept falling. A full, rapid rain of white that looked much like a thick wall. He plodded out through the substantial drift that had formed where the ice wall used to be, and looked around.
"I don't know..." he said slowly, squinting through the snowflakes that wanted to settle on dark eyelashes. "It might be passable, but... Can you keep your bearings in this whiteout?"
Possibly it would be easier to fly, but Korbin had a feeling his wings would get iced over in no time. There was always a risk involved in moving around when the visibility was this poor.
It seemed pointless to be an ass to someone who just shrugged and smiled back.
"Ah. Like the snowstorm didn't have anything to do with that," he mumbled back. There was only the slightest bite to his tone; no doubt, if there had been a way to leave sooner, Korbin would have been long gone by now.
He watched the ice melt and run off. The wind had stilled, but snow kept falling. A full, rapid rain of white that looked much like a thick wall. He plodded out through the substantial drift that had formed where the ice wall used to be, and looked around.
"I don't know..." he said slowly, squinting through the snowflakes that wanted to settle on dark eyelashes. "It might be passable, but... Can you keep your bearings in this whiteout?"
Possibly it would be easier to fly, but Korbin had a feeling his wings would get iced over in no time. There was always a risk involved in moving around when the visibility was this poor.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
