KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
The raven, upon seeing the oh so sweet and oh so fucking familiar face, bit off a foul curse. It was quite intelligible, as corvids did have the ability to mimic sounds of just about any nature. And Korbin had a lot to say about the appearance of Delphine here. In Whitebrim, on the Tundra, in his presence in general.
Unfortunately, talking with a beak was far from comfortable, and she was being far too loud already. The bird beat its wings hard and shot down between the girl and the building; then shimmered and changed. Korbin landed on his feet in the snow, and made a grab for the blonde to drag her closer to the wall of the building, while making a shushing gesture. If she tried to keep talking, he would just put a hand over her mouth; the young man's whole demeanor was tense and wary as he listened, eyes darting about the area. Listening for sounds, watching for movement.
When nothing immediately jumped out at them, he turned on Delphine. "Keep your voice down. This is Whitebrim. Do you have any idea what kind of danger you have put yourself in?" His blue gaze had a flinty quality to it, but his grip was quite gentle.
Unfortunately, talking with a beak was far from comfortable, and she was being far too loud already. The bird beat its wings hard and shot down between the girl and the building; then shimmered and changed. Korbin landed on his feet in the snow, and made a grab for the blonde to drag her closer to the wall of the building, while making a shushing gesture. If she tried to keep talking, he would just put a hand over her mouth; the young man's whole demeanor was tense and wary as he listened, eyes darting about the area. Listening for sounds, watching for movement.
When nothing immediately jumped out at them, he turned on Delphine. "Keep your voice down. This is Whitebrim. Do you have any idea what kind of danger you have put yourself in?" His blue gaze had a flinty quality to it, but his grip was quite gentle.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
