KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He stepped back, out of reach for her hands. "A note?" he repeated, in a dangerously quiet tone. "You leave the Citadel on your own, without telling anyone where you are going, with no idea how to navigate or survive on the Tundra... and all you offer to the one left behind is a note?" Lips thinning, Korbin obviously had to struggle to keep himself contained. "That is the most selfish bullshit I have ever heard."
Blue eyes flashed as scenery after scenery played out in his minds eye. If he had not showed up, would she have died in Whitebrim? If she hadn't found the settlement, how far would she have roamed, lost and oblivious, before succumbing to the elements? He knew Noah would go after her, turn the Citadel and the Tundra upside down to find her. All the people of Snowcloak would go out looking if someone went missing, delaying rebuilding efforts and taking precious time from hunting, from foraging, from their own businesses and lives to save a life.
He knew it. Intimately well, Korbin knew the horror of not knowing the fate of someone who left and did not return. He stared her down for a long while, then turned away in disgust and kept walking. Gods, Noah could do so much fucking better than this.
Blue eyes flashed as scenery after scenery played out in his minds eye. If he had not showed up, would she have died in Whitebrim? If she hadn't found the settlement, how far would she have roamed, lost and oblivious, before succumbing to the elements? He knew Noah would go after her, turn the Citadel and the Tundra upside down to find her. All the people of Snowcloak would go out looking if someone went missing, delaying rebuilding efforts and taking precious time from hunting, from foraging, from their own businesses and lives to save a life.
He knew it. Intimately well, Korbin knew the horror of not knowing the fate of someone who left and did not return. He stared her down for a long while, then turned away in disgust and kept walking. Gods, Noah could do so much fucking better than this.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
