KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Prying open the lid of another crate to see what was inside, Korbin huffed a sound of amusement. "Doesn't change the fact that I took it without you noticing," he pointed out, sounding rather smug. Not like he expected a pat on the back or anything, but considering he'd almost had his throat cut moments before, that slight of hand had been one of his better feats. All that chaos, and not even a tremble of the finger.
At the suggestion he would like it in Torchline though, the raven-haired boy just shook his head. "It's just a trick," he said, with a disparaging shrug. "Gets under people's skin, is all. Besides, Weaver's here, I'm not leaving her." If cannibals and ursurs were the worst things Sunjata could think of, then Torchline must be cushy indeed.
"Why, they pinchy down there, in sunshine land?" He couldn't help but to be curious though. It was a personality flaw.
At the suggestion he would like it in Torchline though, the raven-haired boy just shook his head. "It's just a trick," he said, with a disparaging shrug. "Gets under people's skin, is all. Besides, Weaver's here, I'm not leaving her." If cannibals and ursurs were the worst things Sunjata could think of, then Torchline must be cushy indeed.
"Why, they pinchy down there, in sunshine land?" He couldn't help but to be curious though. It was a personality flaw.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
