KORBIN
Leave my loneliness unbroken!
- quit the bust above my door!
- quit the bust above my door!
Having everything passed to him by Loren's thoughts, Korbin experienced that annoying lag between seeing lips move and understanding what was being said. Some words he was beginning to pick up on by reading the movement of lips, but it was a precarious understanding that often turned out wrong.
He remained perched on Loren's shoulder until they reached the sitting room, but when the Healer began to potter with fires and wine, he leaped off and fluttered over to a chair. Perched on the back-rest, he followed the conversation between the others with beady eyes, having little to add for now.
That is, until the newcomer - Chulane, was it? - threw a nod at him, dragging him into the conversation. A thrum of amusement at the memory pulsed down the Attuned bond, and the raven turned its beak towards Loren.
"He tried to feed me crackers," he said, with dry humor. "Too bad I'd already downed a Ningo before that, or I might have taken him up on it."
He didn't try to ward his thoughts or particularly direct them; having already tried and failed to communicate with the newcomer, Korbin had dismissed him as non-Attuned. Perhaps a bit prematurely.
He remained perched on Loren's shoulder until they reached the sitting room, but when the Healer began to potter with fires and wine, he leaped off and fluttered over to a chair. Perched on the back-rest, he followed the conversation between the others with beady eyes, having little to add for now.
That is, until the newcomer - Chulane, was it? - threw a nod at him, dragging him into the conversation. A thrum of amusement at the memory pulsed down the Attuned bond, and the raven turned its beak towards Loren.
"He tried to feed me crackers," he said, with dry humor. "Too bad I'd already downed a Ningo before that, or I might have taken him up on it."
He didn't try to ward his thoughts or particularly direct them; having already tried and failed to communicate with the newcomer, Korbin had dismissed him as non-Attuned. Perhaps a bit prematurely.
Quoth the Raven,
"Nevermore."
"Nevermore."
