KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Korbin nodded as he listened, accepting the points Amun made without arguing them. "People fear what they don't understand," he said, not without sympathy. "If you're a new race, then it's really only to be expected that you will be treated that way. Until it becomes clear where you fit into the workings of the world, and its cultures."
The storms being a product of the Gods was something Korbin did not know, and it made him frown thoughtfully. "How do you know that?" he asked, curious about the source of the tidbit of information.
The explanation on Ascended physiology was interesting, though admittedly unsettling. "Really. What do you react to, then?" It played into what he'd said before; know it, and the need for fear would disappear. And Korbin was nothing if not curious.
The storms being a product of the Gods was something Korbin did not know, and it made him frown thoughtfully. "How do you know that?" he asked, curious about the source of the tidbit of information.
The explanation on Ascended physiology was interesting, though admittedly unsettling. "Really. What do you react to, then?" It played into what he'd said before; know it, and the need for fear would disappear. And Korbin was nothing if not curious.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
