KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He didn't have a lantern. Had stopped making them a long time ago, when he realized that no amount of wishing would bring back any of the people he loved and lost. Korbin wouldn't have come at all, if he hadn't promised Weaver he would let her show him Torchline, and it was still with a good amount of reluctance he crossed the portal to join her in the sand.
It was too warm, really. Soft and cushy, just like he thought it might be. But as he settled in beside his sister, the young man's face was carefully neutral, betraying none of the resentment he felt towards this place, or the strangers that milled about.
It wasn't about him and his feelings tonight, after all, and he was but a bystander.
It was too warm, really. Soft and cushy, just like he thought it might be. But as he settled in beside his sister, the young man's face was carefully neutral, betraying none of the resentment he felt towards this place, or the strangers that milled about.
It wasn't about him and his feelings tonight, after all, and he was but a bystander.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
