KORBIN
Ravens did not smile. Jesters though they were, fun loving and playful by nature, a beak was too stiff to bend. This raven in particular had no mirth to share. He had, once, been both light of heart and quick to jest. But it seemed a lifetime ago. There was no music in his heart, the songs had withered in his throat, and old fury coated the tongue with ash in an oily black layer that would make even the gentlest of words taste bitter.
Korbin did not smile anymore. He tensed when the sun-beam of a woman shifted her way up onto the roof, and shuffled up the shingles to maintain the distance. So torn... the bird wished it was not so torn between flying away and staying. It was not Aisha's fault that seeing her tore bloody ribbons in the chest. He should leave, or laugh. Stay away, not bother her, let himself forget... But the sunshine memories with her refused to fade.
"Aisha..."
The whisper was barely more than a sigh across the void. Solemn, weary... full of regret.
Korbin did not smile anymore. He tensed when the sun-beam of a woman shifted her way up onto the roof, and shuffled up the shingles to maintain the distance. So torn... the bird wished it was not so torn between flying away and staying. It was not Aisha's fault that seeing her tore bloody ribbons in the chest. He should leave, or laugh. Stay away, not bother her, let himself forget... But the sunshine memories with her refused to fade.
"Aisha..."
The whisper was barely more than a sigh across the void. Solemn, weary... full of regret.
Young and alone on a long road,
Once I lost my way
Once I lost my way
