KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
The wind and the cold were constant things in Halo. It was all he knew, all he had ever expected, all he ever wanted. There was a comfort to find in the vast emptiness of the landscape. In how it dwarfed him and made his problems seem insignificant. Standing alone on the flat expanse of the frozen sea, staring off towards a horizon that seemed endless, Korbin could appreciate just how little meaning his private worries and concerns meant in the grand scheme of things.
Huffing a quiet, melancholy laugh that felt odd in a throat that hadn't really managed to produce that kind of genuine sound in seasons, he hefted his bag and kept walking. There was a good spot for ice fishing up ahead... Weaver probably wouldn't approve of it as hunting, but he vastly preferred to sit and freeze his ass off for a few hours to chasing after luxere in the deep snow.
Huffing a quiet, melancholy laugh that felt odd in a throat that hadn't really managed to produce that kind of genuine sound in seasons, he hefted his bag and kept walking. There was a good spot for ice fishing up ahead... Weaver probably wouldn't approve of it as hunting, but he vastly preferred to sit and freeze his ass off for a few hours to chasing after luxere in the deep snow.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
