KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Following the tug of his arm, Korbin staggered up on his feet. The wounds in his side had been closed enough that he no longer bled, but the flesh beneath was still torn and tender. All his muscles ached, and as he followed after Weaver, that ringing in his ears persisted until he was no longer sure if it was an actual sound, or a memory. The dragon had sounded almost like that.
He didn't know where they were going. Home, maybe. That would be good. The exhaustion that came over him was such that he could have fallen asleep right there on the cold training hall floor. He could use his bed right now... just sleep. If Weaver said anything, he didn't register. There was a haze resting over the world around him, and his gaze was unfocused, distant and unseeing.
But he did follow her. Not quite there, unspeaking, numb and aching... But he put one foot in front of the other. The blast of cold air when they stepped outside did nothing to change his muddled state; he just kept walking, allowing her to lead him wherever she pleased.
He didn't know where they were going. Home, maybe. That would be good. The exhaustion that came over him was such that he could have fallen asleep right there on the cold training hall floor. He could use his bed right now... just sleep. If Weaver said anything, he didn't register. There was a haze resting over the world around him, and his gaze was unfocused, distant and unseeing.
But he did follow her. Not quite there, unspeaking, numb and aching... But he put one foot in front of the other. The blast of cold air when they stepped outside did nothing to change his muddled state; he just kept walking, allowing her to lead him wherever she pleased.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
