KORBIN
A raucous crow, a rootless tree
A coiled adder, night-old ice
A coiled adder, night-old ice
The raven cocked its head and blinked down at the reindeer. Fondness slipped from his barriers, so carefully raised save for in times like these - when Noah was the only one around to hear. Korbin had his own shields. He understood.
"You were always a guardian," he agreed. Whether and how Frey chose to enable Noah, it would only emphasise something that had always been there. Steadfast and immovable as the Fangs, everpresent as the frozen winds over the Tundra; let only the worthy be welcomed to sit by this unquenchable fire, to bask in the warmth of the kindness Noah held in such vast amounts.
Korbin hoped he had not squandered his own right to be where he was.
The earth rolled beneath them, and as new horizons spread out beyond the hill, the target of their excursion came into view. With easy wing-beats, the raven gained in elevation though remained within speaking distance.
"What do you need me to do?" It was a layered question. Reindeers and bloody battles overlapped in the imagery Korbin sent along with the words. Permeating the message was a feeling of quiet acceptance. Whatever Noah decided to do, he would always have at least one ally on his side.
"You were always a guardian," he agreed. Whether and how Frey chose to enable Noah, it would only emphasise something that had always been there. Steadfast and immovable as the Fangs, everpresent as the frozen winds over the Tundra; let only the worthy be welcomed to sit by this unquenchable fire, to bask in the warmth of the kindness Noah held in such vast amounts.
Korbin hoped he had not squandered his own right to be where he was.
The earth rolled beneath them, and as new horizons spread out beyond the hill, the target of their excursion came into view. With easy wing-beats, the raven gained in elevation though remained within speaking distance.
"What do you need me to do?" It was a layered question. Reindeers and bloody battles overlapped in the imagery Korbin sent along with the words. Permeating the message was a feeling of quiet acceptance. Whatever Noah decided to do, he would always have at least one ally on his side.
A racing stallion who has wrenched a leg,
Are never safe: let no man trust them.
Are never safe: let no man trust them.
