KORBIN
Wordless conversations, a communion of souls, did more than words ever could. And while it was rough, inelegant much for the strange duality of man and raven within that black-feather guise, it did the job.
The raven saw the simple nod, and how the tears stilled their flow down his brother's cheeks. It felt the reply, the gratitude, and the quiet plea whisper against its mind. Blinking, it gazed off across the room. Absorbed in thought. Maybe observing the changes wrought by busy-body hands on the walls and furniture. There was a lack of evidence that anyone lived here now, save the hunter and his griffin. Conflicting feelings of relief and compassion tore through Korbin at this; he had never loved the blonde woman who tripped into the hunter's life. But Noah had. And if she was gone...
Shifting the wings, the bandage tugged on dark feathers. The raven tugged on the cloth with its beak, annoyed at the restriction; then it actually sighed. Such a human sound that there could no longer be any doubt that a Hale still existed beyond the corvid countenance.
"Okay," came the reply. A little unsteady, full of misgivings; yet still with an effort made to speak. To stay. To try this living thing, one more time. "Happy to see you too, Noah." Mixed though the quiet feeling was... one could not lie through the bond.
The raven saw the simple nod, and how the tears stilled their flow down his brother's cheeks. It felt the reply, the gratitude, and the quiet plea whisper against its mind. Blinking, it gazed off across the room. Absorbed in thought. Maybe observing the changes wrought by busy-body hands on the walls and furniture. There was a lack of evidence that anyone lived here now, save the hunter and his griffin. Conflicting feelings of relief and compassion tore through Korbin at this; he had never loved the blonde woman who tripped into the hunter's life. But Noah had. And if she was gone...
Shifting the wings, the bandage tugged on dark feathers. The raven tugged on the cloth with its beak, annoyed at the restriction; then it actually sighed. Such a human sound that there could no longer be any doubt that a Hale still existed beyond the corvid countenance.
"Okay," came the reply. A little unsteady, full of misgivings; yet still with an effort made to speak. To stay. To try this living thing, one more time. "Happy to see you too, Noah." Mixed though the quiet feeling was... one could not lie through the bond.
Young and alone on a long road,
Once I lost my way
Once I lost my way
