KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
There was no response to his mental call, but at least he had caught the person's attention. As he flew lower, Korbin saw that the stranger was male, fairly young, and he was moving his lips. Speaking. Not a sound reached him, but as there was no reaching for weapons or running, he dared to assume he wasn't about to be attacked.
Alright... what to do? Shifting wouldn't really help, as he couldn't communicate any better as a man than as a bird. If this was an Outlander, he risked freaking the guy out too.
Crumbled food was scattered in the snow. Korbin would have snorted, but what spilled from his throat was a raucous sort of caw, that sounded oddly like laughter. To everyone but him, at least.
The overture was friendly however, and with some caution the raven came down and landed in the snow. Didn't give the food a second glance, but studied the man with beady black eyes. An unblinking stare, that didn't waver.
What to do, indeed.
Alright... what to do? Shifting wouldn't really help, as he couldn't communicate any better as a man than as a bird. If this was an Outlander, he risked freaking the guy out too.
Crumbled food was scattered in the snow. Korbin would have snorted, but what spilled from his throat was a raucous sort of caw, that sounded oddly like laughter. To everyone but him, at least.
The overture was friendly however, and with some caution the raven came down and landed in the snow. Didn't give the food a second glance, but studied the man with beady black eyes. An unblinking stare, that didn't waver.
What to do, indeed.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
