KORBIN
Leave my loneliness unbroken!
- quit the bust above my door!
- quit the bust above my door!
Snow was a problem in Halo. Mostly because it never melted. It just kept piling up as more and more fell from the sky, and eventually, it didn't have anywhere to go. In Deepfrost it was especially problematic, when the awful temperatures made it dangerous to even go outside, let alone stay out there for hours while shoveling snow.
Even so, it was a task that needed doing. Fortunately, Korbin had found a rather enjoyable - and in his mind, creative - way of dealing with the memory snow that had settled on his roof. Dressed in raven feathers and already feeling the chill like a slow ache in his bones, he had taken to rolling little balls of the memory snow near the roof ridge, lined up in a neat row. And when he was done, the raven walked along and punted each snowball off, one to this side, one to that, until he had set off a number of tumbling little boulders.
And they grew. With each revolution the memory snow adopted more and more snow into its fold, cleaning the roof very efficiently. With a rumble and a crash they toppled to the street below, and in the deafening cacophony that followed - that he couldn't hear, but felt like so many vibrations through his feet - Korbin cawed with raucous delight, clearly enjoying himself royally.
Too bad for any passersby that got caught in his private little avalanche, though. Sorry, not sorry.
Even so, it was a task that needed doing. Fortunately, Korbin had found a rather enjoyable - and in his mind, creative - way of dealing with the memory snow that had settled on his roof. Dressed in raven feathers and already feeling the chill like a slow ache in his bones, he had taken to rolling little balls of the memory snow near the roof ridge, lined up in a neat row. And when he was done, the raven walked along and punted each snowball off, one to this side, one to that, until he had set off a number of tumbling little boulders.
And they grew. With each revolution the memory snow adopted more and more snow into its fold, cleaning the roof very efficiently. With a rumble and a crash they toppled to the street below, and in the deafening cacophony that followed - that he couldn't hear, but felt like so many vibrations through his feet - Korbin cawed with raucous delight, clearly enjoying himself royally.
Too bad for any passersby that got caught in his private little avalanche, though. Sorry, not sorry.
Quoth the Raven,
"Nevermore."
"Nevermore."
