KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He half expected the man to stop him again. To keep talking, keep pushing the matter. But he left unchallenged, and as Korbin turned down a different street, his shoulders relaxed. Tension draining away a bit more with every step.
Sighing, he dragged a hand over the face. Weaver would skin him for an outburst like that. He was startled by the intensity of his own reactions, by the way these Outlanders kept getting under his skin. It wasn't something he was very proud of... but not knowing what to do about it, the youth shrugged and tried to put it out of his mind for now.
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-FIN
Sighing, he dragged a hand over the face. Weaver would skin him for an outburst like that. He was startled by the intensity of his own reactions, by the way these Outlanders kept getting under his skin. It wasn't something he was very proud of... but not knowing what to do about it, the youth shrugged and tried to put it out of his mind for now.
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-FIN
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
