KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
A novelty, a responsibility. A show of trust, as he had asked. Far from being a burden, Korbin found himself bolstered by the simple act of holding her. There might be some truth to the cliché about that male need to provide, or just his own personal need to be needed. Or wanted, whichever term made Weaver happier.
Regardless, the young raven breathed easier, relaxed further, and the calm of the moment settled deep into his bones. A quiet reserve of strength to draw from, when he set out to do what needed to be done.
And in his mind, Korbin came to a decision. He had to do something about all this. The anger, the chaos, this... whatever the meltdown was. Even if it meant talking to Loren, or visiting a shrine again.
He owed it to both of them to try.
Regardless, the young raven breathed easier, relaxed further, and the calm of the moment settled deep into his bones. A quiet reserve of strength to draw from, when he set out to do what needed to be done.
And in his mind, Korbin came to a decision. He had to do something about all this. The anger, the chaos, this... whatever the meltdown was. Even if it meant talking to Loren, or visiting a shrine again.
He owed it to both of them to try.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
