Don't put your happiness in other people's hands
Korbin nodded vaguely, his mind already trying to work out the knots and tangles of what would have to be done for that honor to be conveyed properly. Wood and oil to be gathered, families to be informed, time to be pried away from other matters that frankly seemed more important... But his thoughts were scattering like startled ningos, impossible to catch.
"Don't tell me what to do," he mumbled, barely stifling a yawn the second after Loren mentioned rest. But there was a wry smile to his mouth as he said it, that was meant to take the edge off. A play on the surly teenager that hadn't had a chance to peek through in a while.
Still, Korbin didn't insist on remaining where he was. He turned away too, and headed off to find a bed. Not in his own house, because it was too far removed from anyone if things should go awry... No, he'd find a corner at the Kraai, or something like that.
Thus, he was spared the awkward realization that Loren's bed and Weaver's might be one and the same, these days.
Small mercies.
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- FIN
"Don't tell me what to do," he mumbled, barely stifling a yawn the second after Loren mentioned rest. But there was a wry smile to his mouth as he said it, that was meant to take the edge off. A play on the surly teenager that hadn't had a chance to peek through in a while.
Still, Korbin didn't insist on remaining where he was. He turned away too, and headed off to find a bed. Not in his own house, because it was too far removed from anyone if things should go awry... No, he'd find a corner at the Kraai, or something like that.
Thus, he was spared the awkward realization that Loren's bed and Weaver's might be one and the same, these days.
Small mercies.
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- FIN
They'll drop it
KORBIN
