KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He was a fairly common sight on the training grounds. All of the Hales were; the children of Straia had never been allowed to grow soft. After the death of their parents, it fell on Erebor to uphold that, and then onto Weaver. Now, Korbin couldn't even imagine what kind of terrible ordeal that might have to befall them for him to not show up.
He didn't have to like it. Just do it.
Still unable to hear from the curse, and plagued by hiccups to top it off, he was unusually quiet as he warmed up. Despite the chill that permeated even the indoor training grounds, he had stripped down to the barest minimum, a thin but sturdy shirt of Ursur wool that was as much for protection as warmth. Having warmed up, the dark hair was already damp with sweat, and swept back from his face by restless fingers.
Looking around, he met Noah's gaze and came over, easing the lean, rooe-like muscles of the shoulders as he went.
"Up for a spar?" he asked, with the customary easy grin in place; it was a bit more genuine when directed at the Olson brother, but not nearly as bright as it used to be. "Feet only," he added, and tucked his arms away behind the back with a cheeky wink.
He didn't have to like it. Just do it.
Still unable to hear from the curse, and plagued by hiccups to top it off, he was unusually quiet as he warmed up. Despite the chill that permeated even the indoor training grounds, he had stripped down to the barest minimum, a thin but sturdy shirt of Ursur wool that was as much for protection as warmth. Having warmed up, the dark hair was already damp with sweat, and swept back from his face by restless fingers.
Looking around, he met Noah's gaze and came over, easing the lean, rooe-like muscles of the shoulders as he went.
"Up for a spar?" he asked, with the customary easy grin in place; it was a bit more genuine when directed at the Olson brother, but not nearly as bright as it used to be. "Feet only," he added, and tucked his arms away behind the back with a cheeky wink.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
