KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
A quiet hand went out to rest on Noah's shoulder for a brief moment. Quiet understanding, shared worry for someone gone far away to a dangerous place... Korbin knew it all too well, what with Weaver's frequent sojourns to the outlands. That damned portal. It was good for trade and trouble, and nothing else.
"I'm sure he's fine," he replied, eyes never leaving the surrounding landscape. Oh, he was more than capable of talking and working at the same time. Of letting his tongue run wild while scouring the vista for signs of danger, whether it be animals, storms or something more sinister. But the landscape was empty, only the fresh Luxere tracks to show them the way.
Towards danger.
For once though, Korbin left the matter at that, and withdrew into himself as he walked. There was much that could be said, but what was the point? Whining about things he couldn't change was what children did, and he'd stopped being a kid a long time ago.
A flicker of movement on the horizon made him throw up his hand in warning. Flickering a few quick signals to Noah - movement, caution, get down - Korbin dropped into the snow and peered sharply ahead. Not sure if it was a stray animal or... He preferred not to finish that thought.
"I'm sure he's fine," he replied, eyes never leaving the surrounding landscape. Oh, he was more than capable of talking and working at the same time. Of letting his tongue run wild while scouring the vista for signs of danger, whether it be animals, storms or something more sinister. But the landscape was empty, only the fresh Luxere tracks to show them the way.
Towards danger.
For once though, Korbin left the matter at that, and withdrew into himself as he walked. There was much that could be said, but what was the point? Whining about things he couldn't change was what children did, and he'd stopped being a kid a long time ago.
A flicker of movement on the horizon made him throw up his hand in warning. Flickering a few quick signals to Noah - movement, caution, get down - Korbin dropped into the snow and peered sharply ahead. Not sure if it was a stray animal or... He preferred not to finish that thought.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
