Korbin stopped, a long-fingered hand pausing on the door-handle. His face split into a lazy grin, head cocking back in a casual shrug as he looked at Weaver. Oh. So she was home after all. A fucking miracle. "Almost, sis. And what were you gonna do if they did, turn me in to the Warden?" Her little display with the magic was met with a roll of the eyes. There was an itch beneath his skin, an urging of the raven in him to shift and ruffle dark feathers in a counter taunt. A cocky 'catch me if you can'... But he held back.
"Same as usual. Hunters are going crazy about Deepfrost being around the corner, keep sending out parties for more game. Your usual gang wanted to know if you plan on joining them anytime soon."
Pushing open the door to his room, Korbin ducked in under the frame - too low for him to walk straight through, like everything these days - and began to change. Pulling heavy leathers and wool off, to be replaced with lighter, but still warm clothes. Even with the fires blazing, there was always a chill in the air.
"Right. Your mysterious bar, given to you by a mysterious stranger... Remind me again why you're doing this?" You, not we. Korbin pulled a sweater over his head and came back to lean an arm against the top of the doorframe, hunching slightly so he could catch the gaze of his sister. "Since when did you start accepting charity from Outlanders?" His expression was unusually serious, and more than a little sceptical.
"Same as usual. Hunters are going crazy about Deepfrost being around the corner, keep sending out parties for more game. Your usual gang wanted to know if you plan on joining them anytime soon."
Pushing open the door to his room, Korbin ducked in under the frame - too low for him to walk straight through, like everything these days - and began to change. Pulling heavy leathers and wool off, to be replaced with lighter, but still warm clothes. Even with the fires blazing, there was always a chill in the air.
"Right. Your mysterious bar, given to you by a mysterious stranger... Remind me again why you're doing this?" You, not we. Korbin pulled a sweater over his head and came back to lean an arm against the top of the doorframe, hunching slightly so he could catch the gaze of his sister. "Since when did you start accepting charity from Outlanders?" His expression was unusually serious, and more than a little sceptical.
korbin
Deep into that darkness peering, Long I stood there
Wondering, Fearing
