KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Why, indeed? Korbin followed Loren with his eyes as the man walled the entrance back up with magic, mulling over the question. "Because... healers are supposed to save people, right? Not kill them. Yet I did just that, and where you had to see." It seemed like a conflict of interest, one Korbin didn't wish upon anyone.
As Loren sat down, with yet another apology, the dark-haired youth raised a brow at him. "Indeed you are. I was starting to wonder about that... you're not following me, are you?" There was a lilt to his voice that suggested it might be a joke, but also a touch of suspicion to his glance... It better be coincidence. Or at least some good reason.
"Nope. Not yet. You should be though... You got that same magic as Weaver then? To keep you warm." He'd always been willing to trade his shift for his sister's magic - almost, though flying was second nature to him - and he had to admit, that was one trick he really wouldn't mind learning.
As Loren sat down, with yet another apology, the dark-haired youth raised a brow at him. "Indeed you are. I was starting to wonder about that... you're not following me, are you?" There was a lilt to his voice that suggested it might be a joke, but also a touch of suspicion to his glance... It better be coincidence. Or at least some good reason.
"Nope. Not yet. You should be though... You got that same magic as Weaver then? To keep you warm." He'd always been willing to trade his shift for his sister's magic - almost, though flying was second nature to him - and he had to admit, that was one trick he really wouldn't mind learning.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
