KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
For a moment, it seemed that this too would fly right over the boy's head. Roll off him like so much water, get lost in the seething turmoil of his soul. But the message was so simple. So plain, and void of sentiment - at least none that he could see - that, like a stone, it sunk clean through his anger and resentment and frustration, and came to rest quietly on the bottom of his soul.
Find what helps him cope.
No suggestions on what that might be, no attempts to tug or push him into any direction. Just... find something. Anything. It... actually sounded like something he could do. Even Korbin had things that he could lose himself in - that's what he wanted to do anyway - and if he was allowed to pour himself into that, then... then maybe he could try.
Slowly, the anger dissippated. All the pent up emotions drained out, gradually, and with it the bird deflated. Shimmered and changed, as the boy shifted back into himself. He slumped back into the sand, bruised and exhausted, newly broken and not yet remade into anything.
"Alright." The reply came quietly, hoarsely, like he'd been screaming his lungs out. Barely a whisper, and it sounded so very hollow.
Find what helps him cope.
No suggestions on what that might be, no attempts to tug or push him into any direction. Just... find something. Anything. It... actually sounded like something he could do. Even Korbin had things that he could lose himself in - that's what he wanted to do anyway - and if he was allowed to pour himself into that, then... then maybe he could try.
Slowly, the anger dissippated. All the pent up emotions drained out, gradually, and with it the bird deflated. Shimmered and changed, as the boy shifted back into himself. He slumped back into the sand, bruised and exhausted, newly broken and not yet remade into anything.
"Alright." The reply came quietly, hoarsely, like he'd been screaming his lungs out. Barely a whisper, and it sounded so very hollow.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
