KORBIN
Leave my loneliness unbroken!
- quit the bust above my door!
- quit the bust above my door!
Well, go figure. The raven didn't even miss a wingbeat as the call of the goose broke the stillness. Because Korbin heard none of it. Not the beat of wings in the air nearby or any further honking. He had no reason to look back, because what winged creature out here would be big enough to threaten a raven? Too big for eagles, too small for dragons to give a damn; he was used to flying unmolested, and it showed in the confidence of his flight.
More unusually, the mental walls of the young bird weren't so strictly enforced as previously. Some of that all encompassing love for this wilderness emanated from him, lending him a peaceful air that perhaps wasn't what most people expected these days.
Once enough altitude had been gained, the black bird set a course for the mountains, and shot off, intent on the forest not too far away.
More unusually, the mental walls of the young bird weren't so strictly enforced as previously. Some of that all encompassing love for this wilderness emanated from him, lending him a peaceful air that perhaps wasn't what most people expected these days.
Once enough altitude had been gained, the black bird set a course for the mountains, and shot off, intent on the forest not too far away.
Quoth the Raven,
"Nevermore."
"Nevermore."
