KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Loren had a point, and it was grudgingly acknowledged with a curt nod. Though as always, trust really wasnt Korbin's strongest virtue. Just like the vow to do no harm, he would give it some time, watch and wait and see what would happen.
"We survive," he replied, with stark simplicity. Choosing to reply to the easy question to stall for time. Give himself room to consider properly before giving any response to the rest. "If you think it's cold now, you'll have another thing coming. Temperatures drop even more, storms are constant. There's no leaving the Citadel, you'll risk dying just by stepping outside. All we can do is keep the fires burning, keep the roofs free of snow and hope the food supplies last us through the season."
Offering another strip of the dried meat to the both of them, Korbin then packed the rest away. Too economical to waste more when the need wasn't dire. "Usually, people take the time to do what there's been no time for during the rest of the year. Make clothes, mend weapons. Craft, spend time with kin. There's a lot of singing and storytelling in the evenings." Korbin's expression softened a bit at that; it was his favorite part about the isolation.
"I suppose... there is no reason I couldn't try learning a bit about healing, since there's nothing else to do," he said slowly. Guarded, wary, careful not to make it sound like he was eager in any way. Though perhaps it was a bit late for that, as the look in his eyes spoke the truth of his interest.
"We survive," he replied, with stark simplicity. Choosing to reply to the easy question to stall for time. Give himself room to consider properly before giving any response to the rest. "If you think it's cold now, you'll have another thing coming. Temperatures drop even more, storms are constant. There's no leaving the Citadel, you'll risk dying just by stepping outside. All we can do is keep the fires burning, keep the roofs free of snow and hope the food supplies last us through the season."
Offering another strip of the dried meat to the both of them, Korbin then packed the rest away. Too economical to waste more when the need wasn't dire. "Usually, people take the time to do what there's been no time for during the rest of the year. Make clothes, mend weapons. Craft, spend time with kin. There's a lot of singing and storytelling in the evenings." Korbin's expression softened a bit at that; it was his favorite part about the isolation.
"I suppose... there is no reason I couldn't try learning a bit about healing, since there's nothing else to do," he said slowly. Guarded, wary, careful not to make it sound like he was eager in any way. Though perhaps it was a bit late for that, as the look in his eyes spoke the truth of his interest.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
