KORBIN
Leave my loneliness unbroken!
- quit the bust above my door!
- quit the bust above my door!
The rising sun marked the end of LongNight, and the beginning of a new year. Korbin was out of the Academy the moment temperatures had risen enough that he would not freeze to death, shooting like a black arrow through the open door. And then he kept going. Away from the last remnants of the Palace, away from the rubble and damaged houses of the Snowcloak, over the battered Citadel wall with its broken and crudely repaired gate. Off. He was leaving, going away, breathing deep the free air and shivered with mad delight as it bit into his skin, into the lungs, blowing his feathers clean of old dust and sorrow.
Across the tundra, towards the mountains, with no goal in mind other than to fly. Far, freely, wherever he wished.
Korbin left the grief behind him. Just for today, just for a little while, he didn't want to think of everything that had been lost. Or what would need to be done in the future. For today, just for a moment, he just wished to be. To breathe, and see if he really was alive still. The numbness of his soul over the past weeks had made him doubt it, even though his body moved and ached and craved. There was conflict stewing within him still, a pull towards darkness warring with a longing for the light... and it was about time that he figured out which wolf to feed.
Across the tundra, towards the mountains, with no goal in mind other than to fly. Far, freely, wherever he wished.
Korbin left the grief behind him. Just for today, just for a little while, he didn't want to think of everything that had been lost. Or what would need to be done in the future. For today, just for a moment, he just wished to be. To breathe, and see if he really was alive still. The numbness of his soul over the past weeks had made him doubt it, even though his body moved and ached and craved. There was conflict stewing within him still, a pull towards darkness warring with a longing for the light... and it was about time that he figured out which wolf to feed.
Quoth the Raven,
"Nevermore."
"Nevermore."
