the world dies over and over again
It was actually the best time to come back. They all ran around like chickens with their head cut off. OMG MY TRAITS. OMG MY LAND. Fickle ickle magic and dirt. That’s what they were worried about. Sure, he was super annoyed her couldn’t skeleton shift in front of random strangers. This was the golden opportunity for scaring the crap out of people. But other than that? What the hell does he have to mourn? What do any of them have to mourn?
They are alive and here and whatever.
He leaves the mountain soon enough, even though he could loiter there and keep popping up as a skeleton. But still, he can only take so much of the drama happening up on that big ass hill. It’s more than he cares to deal with, honestly. He is, clearly, nothing like his family. His Queen of Chamber mother or his Mistress of Death sister or his Stick in the Mud brother. They all had such a sense of duty. They cared so damn much for some trees and dirt. Korbin? Yea, whatever man. Life was wherever he took it.
So he takes it to the meadow. Looking for nothing in particular except possibly pretty girls. It’s been way too long since he’s seen girls that weren’t related to him and oh, OH, there were so many here. Why hadn’t he come back sooner? The sheer number of girls is enough to actually make him wonder why he stuck to his life of reclusion for so long.
Ah well, no use dwelling in the past. There are girls everywhere, so he might as well make the most of the future.
korbin
but the skeleton always gets up and walks
Rogue herd, if people are interested. Also, according to Korbin, he'd actually just like to meet some girls.