KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
The raven clicked its beak a few times, cocked the head aside and blinked. The tears did startle Korbin somewhat, but he didn't think lesser of the man for shedding them. There was a wealth of compassion hidden away within his heart, and though he guarded it well, it came bubbling up at times like these.
The big bird walked closer. Paused, to assess the mood of the man. Gauge his reactions, the genuine emotions reflected in those strangers eyes. Not sure why, Korbin pushed emotions towards the man, like he might have if he was Attuned. An attempt to soothe and console, reassure.
He didn't hear the words, but thought he recognized the movements of the mouth. Home? Hm. Best guess he could manage. And there weren't a lot of other options.
"Follow me," he thought again. And just to make sure the man would, understanding or no, the raven leaped forth, snapped at the glove on the man's hand to yank it off, and took to the sky in a rush of black wings.
He flew off a ways, then landed in the snow again. Looked back and waited, to see if he would be followed.
The big bird walked closer. Paused, to assess the mood of the man. Gauge his reactions, the genuine emotions reflected in those strangers eyes. Not sure why, Korbin pushed emotions towards the man, like he might have if he was Attuned. An attempt to soothe and console, reassure.
He didn't hear the words, but thought he recognized the movements of the mouth. Home? Hm. Best guess he could manage. And there weren't a lot of other options.
"Follow me," he thought again. And just to make sure the man would, understanding or no, the raven leaped forth, snapped at the glove on the man's hand to yank it off, and took to the sky in a rush of black wings.
He flew off a ways, then landed in the snow again. Looked back and waited, to see if he would be followed.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
