KORBIN
A raucous crow, a rootless tree
A coiled adder, night-old ice
A coiled adder, night-old ice
A sonorous caw reverberated out across the plains in response - an acknowledgement, and acceptance of this wish to experiment. Images filtered through the bond, flashing location ideas as suggestions; it was a habit Korbin had picked up from spending so long in this form. Even though speech came easier, sometimes it was easier to just project what he wanted to say. Torny bushes full of ningo? A spot in a fork by the roots of the Fangs where luxere gathered, or the outskirts of Whitebrim where several foxes were known to make dens were some of his suggestions.
But the raven kept watching the reindeer from his elevated spot, and a sluggish thought, somewhat reluctant to dig, still managed a question.
"You have been seething for days now. Why?"
Never so obvious that it showed, Korbin knew his friend too well not to notice that something was wrong.
But the raven kept watching the reindeer from his elevated spot, and a sluggish thought, somewhat reluctant to dig, still managed a question.
"You have been seething for days now. Why?"
Never so obvious that it showed, Korbin knew his friend too well not to notice that something was wrong.
A racing stallion who has wrenched a leg,
Are never safe: let no man trust them.
Are never safe: let no man trust them.
