KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He didn't need hearing to recognize a nervous excuse when he saw one. Korbin cocked his head aside in a birdlike manner and regarded the kid, with quiet interest. He wasn't too familiar with this person. Knew their name, of course, like he knew the name of everyone in town, but Glas was a recluse. This was the first time Korbin had dealt with the younger Westfall.
His gaze lingered on the scar that marred the boys face... but he moved back to the flute, making no comment.
"Can you make instruments? Mend them too? I could use talent like that, if you're interested" he scribbled, making use of the charcoal again.
Then he handed it back, and tucked his hands into the pockets to wait for a response.
His gaze lingered on the scar that marred the boys face... but he moved back to the flute, making no comment.
"Can you make instruments? Mend them too? I could use talent like that, if you're interested" he scribbled, making use of the charcoal again.
Then he handed it back, and tucked his hands into the pockets to wait for a response.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
