KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
In Korbin's thoughts, he wouldn't really be coming back. To live out the rest of his days as a raven didn't seem like such a bad thing. How long before he forgot about being human? How long before he would be a bird through and through?
But then he sighed. Long and heavy, and thumped back onto the sand, like someone had cut whatever puppeteer's chords that held him up.
He couldn't leave anyway. No while he still had Weaver. So it was a moot point, and thinking about it would get him nowhere.
"Living day by day, huh. You know... that's not really something I expected a follower of Safrin to say. I'd have pegged you more as a Frey type, if that's all I heard." Judging on what little Loren had told him about the deity, they sounded the fickle type, flitting from pleasure to pleasure without planning anything.
But then he sighed. Long and heavy, and thumped back onto the sand, like someone had cut whatever puppeteer's chords that held him up.
He couldn't leave anyway. No while he still had Weaver. So it was a moot point, and thinking about it would get him nowhere.
"Living day by day, huh. You know... that's not really something I expected a follower of Safrin to say. I'd have pegged you more as a Frey type, if that's all I heard." Judging on what little Loren had told him about the deity, they sounded the fickle type, flitting from pleasure to pleasure without planning anything.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
