KORBIN
Leave my loneliness unbroken!
- quit the bust above my door!
- quit the bust above my door!
Korbin trusted actions, not words. He would believe her only when she had well and truly set foot at the shrine and spoken his name aloud in benefaction. Success or no was uninteresting, that didn't matter... t was the living up to ones word he put stock in. For the time being, however, he remained politely doubtful that the girl would actually try.
That was not to say he didn't enjoy her company. Korbin very much did, and croaked in acquiesence to her request. The raven walked thoughtfully along the top of the ruined wall, gathering its mind, and wove a story worthy of its homeland.
"Fire and Ice were lovers, once," he began, mental voice falling into the cadence of a true storyteller. "And in their unity, there was harmony. Longheat and Deepfrost were their legacy, and all was well. But it happened that the Gods who governed Caido made war upon one another, and the discord that spread caused a rift between the two. Fire was passionate, see, and eager to get involved that it may aid in the change of things. But Ice was happier to keep things as they were, and wary of the fickle whims of the Gods. They quarreled back and forth, and after a vicious row Ice left their lover and fled north."
The raven paused, and gazed down on Aisha. Wings flexed, resettled, and he went on.
"To Halo, Ice fled, and there it made a home for itself. And Ice remade the land to its liking, unchanging and implacable. It is cold there, and the snow never melts. The sun rises and sets, seasons come and go, but no rain will fall, no grass will grow, and the animals that roam are hungry. Always hungry. It is a land of wind and ice, of vast empty Tundra and mountains that snap their jagged Fangs at the clouds. All those who dwell there are strong, for only the hardy can survive there. Ah, but it is a land of beauty, too, and Ice loves it dearly, and governs it well, even to this day."
And so did he. It was evident in the words he chose, the tone of his mental voices, laced through with deep sentiment.
Done, he quieted and settled down, patiently waiting for a response.
That was not to say he didn't enjoy her company. Korbin very much did, and croaked in acquiesence to her request. The raven walked thoughtfully along the top of the ruined wall, gathering its mind, and wove a story worthy of its homeland.
"Fire and Ice were lovers, once," he began, mental voice falling into the cadence of a true storyteller. "And in their unity, there was harmony. Longheat and Deepfrost were their legacy, and all was well. But it happened that the Gods who governed Caido made war upon one another, and the discord that spread caused a rift between the two. Fire was passionate, see, and eager to get involved that it may aid in the change of things. But Ice was happier to keep things as they were, and wary of the fickle whims of the Gods. They quarreled back and forth, and after a vicious row Ice left their lover and fled north."
The raven paused, and gazed down on Aisha. Wings flexed, resettled, and he went on.
"To Halo, Ice fled, and there it made a home for itself. And Ice remade the land to its liking, unchanging and implacable. It is cold there, and the snow never melts. The sun rises and sets, seasons come and go, but no rain will fall, no grass will grow, and the animals that roam are hungry. Always hungry. It is a land of wind and ice, of vast empty Tundra and mountains that snap their jagged Fangs at the clouds. All those who dwell there are strong, for only the hardy can survive there. Ah, but it is a land of beauty, too, and Ice loves it dearly, and governs it well, even to this day."
And so did he. It was evident in the words he chose, the tone of his mental voices, laced through with deep sentiment.
Done, he quieted and settled down, patiently waiting for a response.
Quoth the Raven,
"Nevermore."
"Nevermore."
