KORBIN
Leave my loneliness unbroken!
- quit the bust above my door!
- quit the bust above my door!
He sensed the turmoil in the other man's mind, more in the silence than because of anything else. Being sensitive to moods was what made him a good musician, and here, it was no great mystery as to the cause of the Olson's disquiet.
Still, the raven waited patiently for the instructions, and when they came he agreed without adding anything. It was a good plan, one they'd used before, and there was nothing to suggest that it wouldn't work.
The dark bird lowered itself down and made a loop around Noah, offering a pulse of steady reassurance - all the comfort and support he could muster within himself - and then veered off to pursue the herd. He didn't know if it would help; normally he didn't let much slip of his own emotions through the bond. But it was the best he could do right now, so it would have to do.
Picking up speed and altitude, Korbin set the matter of Noah's mental state aside for the moment. Committing himself to the hunt, the raven sped along until the herd could be seen again, and passed over it after a few minutes of flying. Bracing himself, the raven dove down and began to harrass the animals at the front of the little herd, slowly but steadily diving and cawing at them until they began to change course. With great determination, he didn't stop until they were turned in the direction they had come from. Once they were all headed in the right direction, Korbin began driving them onwards, making them pick up speed until they were charging ahead blindly.
"Coming your way!" he called down the bond - in case the thundering cloves and the annoyed bleats of the luxere wasn't clue enough - and readied himself. Korbin would keep at the animals, grimly driving them straight into the waiting arrows; prepared to act in a heartbeat in case they tried to break off or anything unexpected happened.
Still, the raven waited patiently for the instructions, and when they came he agreed without adding anything. It was a good plan, one they'd used before, and there was nothing to suggest that it wouldn't work.
The dark bird lowered itself down and made a loop around Noah, offering a pulse of steady reassurance - all the comfort and support he could muster within himself - and then veered off to pursue the herd. He didn't know if it would help; normally he didn't let much slip of his own emotions through the bond. But it was the best he could do right now, so it would have to do.
Picking up speed and altitude, Korbin set the matter of Noah's mental state aside for the moment. Committing himself to the hunt, the raven sped along until the herd could be seen again, and passed over it after a few minutes of flying. Bracing himself, the raven dove down and began to harrass the animals at the front of the little herd, slowly but steadily diving and cawing at them until they began to change course. With great determination, he didn't stop until they were turned in the direction they had come from. Once they were all headed in the right direction, Korbin began driving them onwards, making them pick up speed until they were charging ahead blindly.
"Coming your way!" he called down the bond - in case the thundering cloves and the annoyed bleats of the luxere wasn't clue enough - and readied himself. Korbin would keep at the animals, grimly driving them straight into the waiting arrows; prepared to act in a heartbeat in case they tried to break off or anything unexpected happened.
Quoth the Raven,
"Nevermore."
"Nevermore."
