"As good an option as any," Korbin said, tone easy and uncommitted. Torchline, huh. All he knew about the place was that it supposedly was warm and had a lot of water. Oceans, islands, that sort of thing. Cushy, nice... the sort of easy place that would turn a person soft.
"I have not," he objected, elbowing his sister in the ribs - gently, of course - "but I don't know him either." He said it like that was all the explanation needed, and perhaps it was. For all the people skills he had acquired over the years, he still didn't let people in easily. Too guarded against the possibility of losing them again.
"Sounds like you're already friends with the girl though. Maea. I suppose, if she plans to stick around, new booze wouldn't be too bad."
That was another issue too. People coming and going. He didn't do well with that kind of loose loyalty.
Heaving himself up from the bed, the boy reached for the lute that stood by the bedside. One of the few luxury items he'd ever afforded himself. Settling in against the pillows, his fingers found the strings and began to pluck them, testing the tuning, adjusting as needed.
"Seen anything worth telling about, since last time?" he asked, as he began to play, a slow, drowzy tune. The ningos were waiting in the kitchen, but it was rare to hang with Weaver like this these days. He was in no hurry to end it.
"I have not," he objected, elbowing his sister in the ribs - gently, of course - "but I don't know him either." He said it like that was all the explanation needed, and perhaps it was. For all the people skills he had acquired over the years, he still didn't let people in easily. Too guarded against the possibility of losing them again.
"Sounds like you're already friends with the girl though. Maea. I suppose, if she plans to stick around, new booze wouldn't be too bad."
That was another issue too. People coming and going. He didn't do well with that kind of loose loyalty.
Heaving himself up from the bed, the boy reached for the lute that stood by the bedside. One of the few luxury items he'd ever afforded himself. Settling in against the pillows, his fingers found the strings and began to pluck them, testing the tuning, adjusting as needed.
"Seen anything worth telling about, since last time?" he asked, as he began to play, a slow, drowzy tune. The ningos were waiting in the kitchen, but it was rare to hang with Weaver like this these days. He was in no hurry to end it.
korbin
Deep into that darkness peering, Long I stood there
Wondering, Fearing
