KORBIN
A raucous crow, a rootless tree
A coiled adder, night-old ice
A coiled adder, night-old ice
Pleased with itself, the raven came drifting down and landed atop the neat pile of snow, out of arm's reach of the young man. Not that it mattered much in this case, where magic closed the distance so easily. The bird had bright blue eyes, and a very smug expression as it looked the person over.
"Sorry! Sorry!" it croaked, trying to apologize. But a raven can only do so much with its voice when speech had been deliberately forgotten for over a year, and despite its best intent, the words only sounded mocking. And really. The Korbin-bird wasn't actually that sorry. It was having way too much fun for that.
Imagine that... Korbin? Having fun? What was the world coming to.
"Sorry! Sorry!" it croaked, trying to apologize. But a raven can only do so much with its voice when speech had been deliberately forgotten for over a year, and despite its best intent, the words only sounded mocking. And really. The Korbin-bird wasn't actually that sorry. It was having way too much fun for that.
Imagine that... Korbin? Having fun? What was the world coming to.
A racing stallion who has wrenched a leg,
Are never safe: let no man trust them.
Are never safe: let no man trust them.
