KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He shushed again when she yelped, hissing like a leaking kettle whenever she made a soun. But finally it seemed that he was getting through, if the way she stared at him was any indication. Korbin drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly, filtering the air between his lips so that it wouldn't steam as much.
"Would you have believed him? We don't talk about Whitebrim unless it's necessary. Noah especially wouldn't bring it up." Not after what happened last time they strayed too close. He regarded Delphine with a quiet, thoughtful expression. Had Noah told her about it? Somehow, he didn't think so. And that meant Korbin couldn't say anything either. It wasn't important right now.
When she asked for home, Korbin pointed out the direction without even having to think. Delphine seemed keen to leave now (fucking finally) but Korbin didn't go right away, and he gently pried himself loose from her grip. Ignoring her question about his drinking - was she trying to bring her thoughts away from the immediate situation? - he hunched down close to the wall and smoothed out a patch of snow with a hand.
"If we are to get home safely, you're gonna have do as I say. We are here - " he poked a dent in the snow, indicating their location "- and the Citadel is here." He made another mark, a fair distance away. "Here is the road to the portal. We're going to head for that; there should be patrols heading out about now, and the likelihood of coming across other travelers will be better." It wasn't too far; looking up, Korbin searched for landmarks on the horizon. Finding one, he pointed out a peak of the far distant mountains. "See that cone-shaped mountain? That's the right direction, it will take us to the road. Once we find it, we'll travel with that same peak on our left shoulder. Do you understand why I'm telling you this?"
"Would you have believed him? We don't talk about Whitebrim unless it's necessary. Noah especially wouldn't bring it up." Not after what happened last time they strayed too close. He regarded Delphine with a quiet, thoughtful expression. Had Noah told her about it? Somehow, he didn't think so. And that meant Korbin couldn't say anything either. It wasn't important right now.
When she asked for home, Korbin pointed out the direction without even having to think. Delphine seemed keen to leave now (fucking finally) but Korbin didn't go right away, and he gently pried himself loose from her grip. Ignoring her question about his drinking - was she trying to bring her thoughts away from the immediate situation? - he hunched down close to the wall and smoothed out a patch of snow with a hand.
"If we are to get home safely, you're gonna have do as I say. We are here - " he poked a dent in the snow, indicating their location "- and the Citadel is here." He made another mark, a fair distance away. "Here is the road to the portal. We're going to head for that; there should be patrols heading out about now, and the likelihood of coming across other travelers will be better." It wasn't too far; looking up, Korbin searched for landmarks on the horizon. Finding one, he pointed out a peak of the far distant mountains. "See that cone-shaped mountain? That's the right direction, it will take us to the road. Once we find it, we'll travel with that same peak on our left shoulder. Do you understand why I'm telling you this?"
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
