KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Korbin nodded, but did not say anything else. Being angry was draining strength he did not actually have to spare, and there was still a good way to go once they reached the road.
Withdrawing into himself, his focus shrank into placing one foot before the other. Every jolt an agony, every stumble a fear of reopening the wound. At least the blood had stopped flowing; the sticky mess was itching and prickly, irritating the skin. His shirt would be ruined. He'd have to repair both the heavy overcoat and the lighter black undercoat he had salvaged from his brother's room. Korbin wanted to go home. Wanted his room, his bed, the smooth wood of his lute under the fingers...
He ached upon recalling that all of those things were gone.
The raven was pulled out of his reveries when he staggered down a snowdrift and felt the smooth path of the road beneath his feet. Turning, he made sure Delphine was still there, then set off down the road towards the Citadel.
Withdrawing into himself, his focus shrank into placing one foot before the other. Every jolt an agony, every stumble a fear of reopening the wound. At least the blood had stopped flowing; the sticky mess was itching and prickly, irritating the skin. His shirt would be ruined. He'd have to repair both the heavy overcoat and the lighter black undercoat he had salvaged from his brother's room. Korbin wanted to go home. Wanted his room, his bed, the smooth wood of his lute under the fingers...
He ached upon recalling that all of those things were gone.
The raven was pulled out of his reveries when he staggered down a snowdrift and felt the smooth path of the road beneath his feet. Turning, he made sure Delphine was still there, then set off down the road towards the Citadel.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
