KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Was the man trying to to stake some claim here? The tone suggested it, as did the look, and it made Korbin roll his eyes. "Maybe Weaver knows," he suggested, indifferent. "I haven't met her at all." Not that he wouldn't be keen to meet any girl, but if he got to choose, he'd rather not get involved with outlanders at all.
Alas, he didn't get to choose. They were everywhere these days.
The response had Korbin straighten up with a bit of a smug smile. "Of course not," he assured. "We don't waste food." But the man seemed to have forgotten that Korbin was a raven. A first class scavenger, prepared to eat literally anything. Not that he had any intention of making a meal unfit for consumption, no matter that it would be amusing.
Strolling off to the crates, he started picking out ingredients, and headed off towards the kitchen with an armful of them. Leaving Sunjata to stay or follow as he pleased; it didn't bother him either way.
Alas, he didn't get to choose. They were everywhere these days.
The response had Korbin straighten up with a bit of a smug smile. "Of course not," he assured. "We don't waste food." But the man seemed to have forgotten that Korbin was a raven. A first class scavenger, prepared to eat literally anything. Not that he had any intention of making a meal unfit for consumption, no matter that it would be amusing.
Strolling off to the crates, he started picking out ingredients, and headed off towards the kitchen with an armful of them. Leaving Sunjata to stay or follow as he pleased; it didn't bother him either way.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
