KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
His jaw tightened. Why was he not surprised that his sister had made herself familiar with these people already? "The one and only," he parroted the sentence, with a grim bite to the words - he didn't know how much this person knew about the family circumstances, and didn't care to fill him in. Dark blue eyes narrowed at the bow, trying to determine the intent behind it. Was the man picking a fight? Jesting? On the defensive? He was usually good at reading others, but these outsiders never reacted the way they should.
"Oh, you know. Survive, grind, eke out a living. Got roped into helping with my sister's new bar." He didn't feel like going into details about that either. "Not everyone eat off the labor of others." Like you Palace people, he refrained from saying out loud.
"Oh, you know. Survive, grind, eke out a living. Got roped into helping with my sister's new bar." He didn't feel like going into details about that either. "Not everyone eat off the labor of others." Like you Palace people, he refrained from saying out loud.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
