KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Ah. Of course Loren had everything set up already. Korbin closed his eyes and leaned back, pressed his back to the rocky wall of the cave. Would the people accept it? Weaver would. She leaped at everything new. No doubt others would too. There would be grumbling, and muttering, but if it worked they would soon all embrace it.
Except maybe hunters, whose culture and livelihood suddenly meant less. And those who lived on processing what the hunters brought back. And their families. No matter how he turned it, there would be impacts to life as he knew it... And not doing anything would be seen as just as bad.
He chewed on the mounting frustration for a while, then finally couldn't keep it contained anymore.
"This is exactly what I hate about outsiders!" he growled, and thumped his head back against the wall. "I'm sure it's a great idea, and I'm sure it will help, but it's not ours. It's not Halo, and it will change so many things! If I support it I'm betraying everything we are, and if I don't then I'm a jerk who won't help my people. Why do you all have to come here? Why can't you just leave us the fuck alone and let things stay as they were? We were doing fine without you!"
There was a powerless frustration in his rant, and it wasn't necessarily aimed just at Loren. But he was the one who was there right now, so he became the target anyway.
The thing was... at the bottom of all this anger and frustration, beneath all the sizzling emotions that bled through the bond, escaping his control, was fear. Just plain, simple insecurity, from a boy who saw his world turn upside down and didn't know what was expected of him anymore.
As long as all he had to do was work, eat and sleep, everything had been simple. But now... now nothing was clear anymore.
Except maybe hunters, whose culture and livelihood suddenly meant less. And those who lived on processing what the hunters brought back. And their families. No matter how he turned it, there would be impacts to life as he knew it... And not doing anything would be seen as just as bad.
He chewed on the mounting frustration for a while, then finally couldn't keep it contained anymore.
"This is exactly what I hate about outsiders!" he growled, and thumped his head back against the wall. "I'm sure it's a great idea, and I'm sure it will help, but it's not ours. It's not Halo, and it will change so many things! If I support it I'm betraying everything we are, and if I don't then I'm a jerk who won't help my people. Why do you all have to come here? Why can't you just leave us the fuck alone and let things stay as they were? We were doing fine without you!"
There was a powerless frustration in his rant, and it wasn't necessarily aimed just at Loren. But he was the one who was there right now, so he became the target anyway.
The thing was... at the bottom of all this anger and frustration, beneath all the sizzling emotions that bled through the bond, escaping his control, was fear. Just plain, simple insecurity, from a boy who saw his world turn upside down and didn't know what was expected of him anymore.
As long as all he had to do was work, eat and sleep, everything had been simple. But now... now nothing was clear anymore.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
