KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Fire flared up from nothingness before him, and Korbin stopped dead in his tracks and backed up, raising a hand to shield his face from the searing heat of it. Incredulous, he whirled back on Weaver.
"You really think nagging at me is going to help anything? If I knew what I wanted I would tell you, but I don't. Which I've said already, so would you give it a fucking rest!"
Feeling cornered, he dropped the carcass of the hare onto the ground. Korbin's form shimmered and changed when he shifted, melting off into the raven. Dark wings beat hard as he shot upwards, speeding along to get out of her range. He'd spent enough time with his magic wielding siblings to know there was a limit to how far she could reach with that fire, and Korbin was all kinds of done with this conversation.
"You really think nagging at me is going to help anything? If I knew what I wanted I would tell you, but I don't. Which I've said already, so would you give it a fucking rest!"
Feeling cornered, he dropped the carcass of the hare onto the ground. Korbin's form shimmered and changed when he shifted, melting off into the raven. Dark wings beat hard as he shot upwards, speeding along to get out of her range. He'd spent enough time with his magic wielding siblings to know there was a limit to how far she could reach with that fire, and Korbin was all kinds of done with this conversation.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
