KORBIN
A raucous crow, a rootless tree
A coiled adder, night-old ice
A coiled adder, night-old ice
The tension lingered in the black-feathered avian, until it dawned on the Korbin that there would be no more questions. Shuffling feet adjusted their grip around Sah's arm, uncertainty and relief warring within without a clear winner to emerge. No questions was good. No explanations was good. And the mention of wings, and disappearing... Oh. This one understood.
How rare.
It made something thaw slightly in the raven's demeanor, and the responses came more easily. Another nod for yes; its name was Korbin. Correct. And another nod; yes, they were going to Noah's house. Along the way, they passed by the ruins of a burned down house, its charred beams poking up like singed rib bones from the snow. The raven did not look at it. And if the talons tightened their grip ever so slightly in unease, it was hardly noticeable.
How rare.
It made something thaw slightly in the raven's demeanor, and the responses came more easily. Another nod for yes; its name was Korbin. Correct. And another nod; yes, they were going to Noah's house. Along the way, they passed by the ruins of a burned down house, its charred beams poking up like singed rib bones from the snow. The raven did not look at it. And if the talons tightened their grip ever so slightly in unease, it was hardly noticeable.
A racing stallion who has wrenched a leg,
Are never safe: let no man trust them.
Are never safe: let no man trust them.
