KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He had to restrain himself from sweeping Weaver up into a big bearhug. Would have done it, if not for the tension that hung in the air, and reluctantly Korbin held back on all the questions he had. It could wait. "Always," he replied to her, just as quietly. As if he would leave her to face these outlanders alone. He would have stood by her side through the battle if he'd just been quick enough to follow.
Dark blue eyes went from person to person, following the discussion as it billowed back and forth. He didn't say anything, but listened closely, and committed to memory what each person said and did. Korbin's jaws tightened when Neron spoke up, seething at the implications. Did he really not think the people of Halo would be able to do what needed to be done without him? Already they were stepping up to take care of one another, while the so called leaders stood around bickering.
There was a thrill of excitement when the man offered to step down. A sense of victory that of course had nothing to do with him. Korbin's eyes went to Morgan when she immediately stepped up; he smiled. It was as good a fit as any, and he was sure the woman would do an excellent job.
However, when Weaver too stepped up, his choice was made. Perhaps he was a bit surprised - but then again, maybe not - but his grinned widened, so proud of her he could burst.
"My vote is on Weaver." His voice rang without hesitation, clear and firm.
Morgan was a good woman, a great soldier. But she had backed Neron all these years, and while he didn't hold it against her, he would rather see real change, if it was still coming.
Dark blue eyes went from person to person, following the discussion as it billowed back and forth. He didn't say anything, but listened closely, and committed to memory what each person said and did. Korbin's jaws tightened when Neron spoke up, seething at the implications. Did he really not think the people of Halo would be able to do what needed to be done without him? Already they were stepping up to take care of one another, while the so called leaders stood around bickering.
There was a thrill of excitement when the man offered to step down. A sense of victory that of course had nothing to do with him. Korbin's eyes went to Morgan when she immediately stepped up; he smiled. It was as good a fit as any, and he was sure the woman would do an excellent job.
However, when Weaver too stepped up, his choice was made. Perhaps he was a bit surprised - but then again, maybe not - but his grinned widened, so proud of her he could burst.
"My vote is on Weaver." His voice rang without hesitation, clear and firm.
Morgan was a good woman, a great soldier. But she had backed Neron all these years, and while he didn't hold it against her, he would rather see real change, if it was still coming.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
