KORBIN
A raucous crow, a rootless tree
A coiled adder, night-old ice
A coiled adder, night-old ice
The raven acquiesced easily to Noah's suggestion. As dark wings adjusted the course, a quiet reflection passed through the bond. Of how much Noah had changed. Once, Korbin's options would have been mulled over and chosen, without the hunter even thinking to reject them for something of his own. This assertiveness was subtle as it was new... and the raven approved of it, wholeheartedly.
Perhaps this change had something to do with it. Being left alone to cope in a world no longer simple and straightforward could not have been easy. A tang of regret for his absence rose like bile in the bird's gizzard - even though Korbin knew he could never have done differently.
"Are you going to fight?" The question was soft, neutral, and might have been indifferent if not for the undercurrent of fear. Eira was given a quick glance; they could not speak upright, but an understanding had been slowly building between them. Joined in shared affection for Noah.
Perhaps this change had something to do with it. Being left alone to cope in a world no longer simple and straightforward could not have been easy. A tang of regret for his absence rose like bile in the bird's gizzard - even though Korbin knew he could never have done differently.
"Are you going to fight?" The question was soft, neutral, and might have been indifferent if not for the undercurrent of fear. Eira was given a quick glance; they could not speak upright, but an understanding had been slowly building between them. Joined in shared affection for Noah.
A racing stallion who has wrenched a leg,
Are never safe: let no man trust them.
Are never safe: let no man trust them.
