KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
The boy just chuckled some more at the grumbling. There was a certain satisfaction in holding out on the information. It gave him back a sense of power and security that had begun to slip terribly over the past days. Weeks and seasons, even. The world around him was changing too rapidly, his foothold in life was small and precarious. And Loren didn't help. Granted, Korbin wasn't a great fighter, but he had considered himself capable at least, yet had been soundly beaten by a goose. A goose. And by Sunjata before that. Then there was the simple fact of the healers rank wildly trumphing his own, and adding to that he now held Korbin in debt. And he'd been offered a job. An apprenticeship.
It was too much. Not enough balance, no equality in it, and he frankly had no idea how to even things out. The idea of remaining inferior to anyone was... not pleasant.
"Mmh, just a toy... but thank you," he hummed, not quite able to hide how pleased he was with the compliment.
"Your brother is in for a rough time, I'll wager," Korbin commented in an off hand manner, while his fingers kept plucking shimmering notes to fill the cave with. "Taking the name of Warden is not the same as keeping it. He has not done anything in these past years to earn any respect. Quite the opposite. As for Zariah... well. There's not a lot of subservience to go around in Halo." Honesty and competence on the other hand was plentyful, as Loren no doubt had discovered already.
"In the name of honesty then... I'll give you just one tip. You wanted to distribute those healing kits, and teach my people to use them? They will never accept it if you make it feel like charity. Or a Palace dictate. If they get to earn them, on the other hand..." He shrugged, leaving the conclusion open to be interpreted.
It came down to a matter of pride. Loren was an Outlander, an outsider in every sense of the word. It would make everything more difficult for him, as people wouldn't accept his ideas out of sheer stubbornness. But appealing to Halovian sense of community and pride... That might help.
It was too much. Not enough balance, no equality in it, and he frankly had no idea how to even things out. The idea of remaining inferior to anyone was... not pleasant.
"Mmh, just a toy... but thank you," he hummed, not quite able to hide how pleased he was with the compliment.
"Your brother is in for a rough time, I'll wager," Korbin commented in an off hand manner, while his fingers kept plucking shimmering notes to fill the cave with. "Taking the name of Warden is not the same as keeping it. He has not done anything in these past years to earn any respect. Quite the opposite. As for Zariah... well. There's not a lot of subservience to go around in Halo." Honesty and competence on the other hand was plentyful, as Loren no doubt had discovered already.
"In the name of honesty then... I'll give you just one tip. You wanted to distribute those healing kits, and teach my people to use them? They will never accept it if you make it feel like charity. Or a Palace dictate. If they get to earn them, on the other hand..." He shrugged, leaving the conclusion open to be interpreted.
It came down to a matter of pride. Loren was an Outlander, an outsider in every sense of the word. It would make everything more difficult for him, as people wouldn't accept his ideas out of sheer stubbornness. But appealing to Halovian sense of community and pride... That might help.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
