KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Warden Hale. It sounded so wrong, and so right at the same time. Korbin stood rooted, numb with triumph and disbelief all at once as he watched Neron step down and his sister replace him. Hard eyes softened as he turned to gaze down at Weaver, to see her reaction. He didn't think anyone else understood what that gleam in her eyes meant, but Korbin knew her too well; she couldn't hide her fear from him.
Still, there was no trace of it in the way she leaped into action, and this was no place - or time - to address it. He nodded to Noah when the hunter accepted his task, and touched a hand to his sister's back in a quiet gesture he hoped would bolster her, even if it was just a little.
"I'll take care of it," he assured her. With a final look around the gathered people, Korbin turned and walked away, already making lists in his mind of all the things he would have to do before the night was over.
He could succumb to shock and disbelief later - there was work to do.
Still, there was no trace of it in the way she leaped into action, and this was no place - or time - to address it. He nodded to Noah when the hunter accepted his task, and touched a hand to his sister's back in a quiet gesture he hoped would bolster her, even if it was just a little.
"I'll take care of it," he assured her. With a final look around the gathered people, Korbin turned and walked away, already making lists in his mind of all the things he would have to do before the night was over.
He could succumb to shock and disbelief later - there was work to do.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
