KORBIN
Leave my loneliness unbroken!
- quit the bust above my door!
- quit the bust above my door!
Well, avalanches and snowballs did have a few things in common. They followed the laws of gravity, and they usually made a big, glorious mess of things when they landed. Both was true in this case. Korbin congratulated himself on a job well done where he hopped around on the now snow free roof, and was just about to get back inside, when something unexpected happened.
The snow came back. It smacked him squarely in the side, and with a startled croak the bird flapped its wings, halfway into the air before the true oddity of this retaliation struck him. There was no one there. Shock and suspicion bloomed within the bird and it came traipsing down to the edge of the rooftop to stare down onto the streets below. Any traces of footprints had been buried beneath his cascade of snow, but there was a sign of one of his boulders. It had rolled off, and veered away strangely.
Intrigued, the bird flew over to the opposite side of the street and peered down into the shadows below. It really was too cold for this, but he had to sate this curiosity. Was there someone down there, or had memory snow just learned how to fly?
"Hello?" the raven croaked out loud, its sounds a little strange - and rather pointless, really, because even if someone replied he wouldn't be able to hear it.
The snow came back. It smacked him squarely in the side, and with a startled croak the bird flapped its wings, halfway into the air before the true oddity of this retaliation struck him. There was no one there. Shock and suspicion bloomed within the bird and it came traipsing down to the edge of the rooftop to stare down onto the streets below. Any traces of footprints had been buried beneath his cascade of snow, but there was a sign of one of his boulders. It had rolled off, and veered away strangely.
Intrigued, the bird flew over to the opposite side of the street and peered down into the shadows below. It really was too cold for this, but he had to sate this curiosity. Was there someone down there, or had memory snow just learned how to fly?
"Hello?" the raven croaked out loud, its sounds a little strange - and rather pointless, really, because even if someone replied he wouldn't be able to hear it.
Quoth the Raven,
"Nevermore."
"Nevermore."
