KORBIN
Leave my loneliness unbroken!
- quit the bust above my door!
- quit the bust above my door!
Now, if only the raven could hear. It would have made this so much easier. But the return call is missed completely, and for a while, it just sits there on the edge of the roof. Blinking down into the shadows of the street below, thinking. The cold was punishing, and he couldn't keep this up for long, but the feathers isolated him enough that he could spare a few moments more on this mystery.
Spreading the wings again, the bird dropped down to the street below. Landed in the snow, and studied the ground, looking for footprints. There were some, but he couldn't make sense of them. It looked for all the world like someone had walked past, and then just ceased to exist, ending the tracks abruptly and without trace. No sign of other prints, so the owner was no attuned. There was no disturbance of the snow, so no wind mage to have simply flown away. That left a few more options, but they all seemed implausible, except two. Either the person had actually disappeared in thin air. Or they were still there.
Stalking cautiously closer to those seemingly empty footprints, the raven turned a beady eye upon the tracks. Looked up, to make sure no one was hiding under the roof - people always forgot to look up, but not him! - and then, quite suddenly, the heavy beak reached out and pecked at one of the tracks. To see if he would be faced with resistence, or if he'd come away with only snow and so much wasted time.
He'd be very disappointed if this wasn't actually an invisible person.
Spreading the wings again, the bird dropped down to the street below. Landed in the snow, and studied the ground, looking for footprints. There were some, but he couldn't make sense of them. It looked for all the world like someone had walked past, and then just ceased to exist, ending the tracks abruptly and without trace. No sign of other prints, so the owner was no attuned. There was no disturbance of the snow, so no wind mage to have simply flown away. That left a few more options, but they all seemed implausible, except two. Either the person had actually disappeared in thin air. Or they were still there.
Stalking cautiously closer to those seemingly empty footprints, the raven turned a beady eye upon the tracks. Looked up, to make sure no one was hiding under the roof - people always forgot to look up, but not him! - and then, quite suddenly, the heavy beak reached out and pecked at one of the tracks. To see if he would be faced with resistence, or if he'd come away with only snow and so much wasted time.
He'd be very disappointed if this wasn't actually an invisible person.
Quoth the Raven,
"Nevermore."
"Nevermore."
