KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He hummed thoughtfully. Turned back to the direction he had set out, keenly aware of his responsibility to keep them both on track. Part of him wondered if it had been foolish to set out while it was still snowing.
"I can't even imagine," he admitted. He only knew the feeling of shifting. Of melting and reclaiming form, of being purified into the essence of his very being. Like part of the soul had just been... clarified. Explained. 'Ah, so this was who he was.'
"Do you know anything about what it is? The magic? What are you actually doing and how... that sort of thing."
His voice was muffled by the heavy snowfall. Every once in a while he looked back, to make sure he was keeping to the right course, and at times Korbin asked Loren to lift the snowfall again. Adjusting as necessary whenever they began to veer away.
If he had doubts, they didn't show on him. Or in the bond.
"I can't even imagine," he admitted. He only knew the feeling of shifting. Of melting and reclaiming form, of being purified into the essence of his very being. Like part of the soul had just been... clarified. Explained. 'Ah, so this was who he was.'
"Do you know anything about what it is? The magic? What are you actually doing and how... that sort of thing."
His voice was muffled by the heavy snowfall. Every once in a while he looked back, to make sure he was keeping to the right course, and at times Korbin asked Loren to lift the snowfall again. Adjusting as necessary whenever they began to veer away.
If he had doubts, they didn't show on him. Or in the bond.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
