KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
The humor faded from the boys gaze when Sunjata didn't take up the challenge. His lips twisted at the reply, frustration and contempt expressed even though his actual emotions were kept firmly walled up and concealed.
"Don't talk like you know anything about this place, or its people, Outlander," he said, voice flat. "You don't belong here, and with an attitude like that you will never be welcome. Weaver might accept you, but believe me, she is the exception."
It might look like welcome, to have food prepared and liquour poured, but it was not. And the way the young man scooped up stew and threw the bowl onto the table before Sunjata was somehow turned into an insult. Every movement screaming a silent 'get out, get out.'
"Enjoy," he said with a mocking half bow. Then he turned to stalk off, intending to leave the Outlander alone with his meal. Korbin didnt even care to see the reaction to the musty, pungent dish; it was more than edible, and he didn't want to hear praise from this person. Would choke on it, for sure.
"Don't talk like you know anything about this place, or its people, Outlander," he said, voice flat. "You don't belong here, and with an attitude like that you will never be welcome. Weaver might accept you, but believe me, she is the exception."
It might look like welcome, to have food prepared and liquour poured, but it was not. And the way the young man scooped up stew and threw the bowl onto the table before Sunjata was somehow turned into an insult. Every movement screaming a silent 'get out, get out.'
"Enjoy," he said with a mocking half bow. Then he turned to stalk off, intending to leave the Outlander alone with his meal. Korbin didnt even care to see the reaction to the musty, pungent dish; it was more than edible, and he didn't want to hear praise from this person. Would choke on it, for sure.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
