KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Eventually, just like the madness, the tears faded away. It was a storm blowing past, a rumble of thunder and lightning in the midst of heavy snowfall, growing smaller and fainter with time. Eventually, silence reigned surpreme again, much as it had never left for him.
He breathed easier now. At some point in all of this, his thoughts had shifted away from the nightmares, and circled sluggishly on more ordinary things. Work, and chores. How Noah was doing, and Ezekiel - who had never returned at the turn of the season, and seemed lost to the leisures of Torchline. Friends and acquaintances, sad times and fun times, bad years and good ones.
It was not quite peace, what came over him, but it was the closest thing he had felt in a while. "Thank you, Weaver," he murmured, and reached up a hand to touch her cheek. Always there when he needed her; gods, what a debt he had to repay after all this. He really wouldn't deny her anything.
He breathed easier now. At some point in all of this, his thoughts had shifted away from the nightmares, and circled sluggishly on more ordinary things. Work, and chores. How Noah was doing, and Ezekiel - who had never returned at the turn of the season, and seemed lost to the leisures of Torchline. Friends and acquaintances, sad times and fun times, bad years and good ones.
It was not quite peace, what came over him, but it was the closest thing he had felt in a while. "Thank you, Weaver," he murmured, and reached up a hand to touch her cheek. Always there when he needed her; gods, what a debt he had to repay after all this. He really wouldn't deny her anything.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
