KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
With beady fascination, Korbin leaned down to rest his arms on the counter, half hiding behind his arms as he watched the spider gorge itself. The many legs and the wobbly movements were simultaneously cringey and hilarious. He reached out a long-fingered hand to poke at the hairy body, and grinned when the slight prod made the critter stagger away in the opposite direction.
"Anyone who makes it across the Tundra in one piece is welcome to spend the night in the Citadel," he declared.
"Doubt it'll survive the weather for long though. You should take it back when you leave." He straightened and turned his back on the animal, and kept working to fill up the shelves. The crates were emptying quickly.
No question of if Sunjata would leave. That much was already a given, and good riddance. Shame to waste a life unnecessarily though... a line of thinking that ill suited the climate, too. Try as he might to hide it, the softness in him shone through, even now.
"Anyone who makes it across the Tundra in one piece is welcome to spend the night in the Citadel," he declared.
"Doubt it'll survive the weather for long though. You should take it back when you leave." He straightened and turned his back on the animal, and kept working to fill up the shelves. The crates were emptying quickly.
No question of if Sunjata would leave. That much was already a given, and good riddance. Shame to waste a life unnecessarily though... a line of thinking that ill suited the climate, too. Try as he might to hide it, the softness in him shone through, even now.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
