KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Content to let the political matters drop with Loren's unspoken threat hanging in the air, Korbin lost himself to the music. He did know he had a gift for it. The ease with which he sang, the confidence to take up the space and show off a piece of himself, it was all there. Not to show off, not to brag... more of a quiet surety that he wouldn't lose anything by doing so. Because it felt good. Because he wanted to.
Loren's praise earned a lopsided smirk and a lofty shrug. "Of course," he replied, in an infuriatingly casual way he knew rubbed most people the wrong way. No point being humble about it, right? "But it's always good to know the crowd is pleased." A little teasing; for all that the message of the song was somber, singing had put him in a far better mood.
As for the Eirachi... Korbin hummed thoughtfully. "Not much, personally," he admitted. "It is a figure that appear in many stories and legends. Sometimes it is benevolent, sometimes not. Very fickle. Most versions suggest it is a powerful spirit or lesser divinity, though no one knows for sure."
Loren's praise earned a lopsided smirk and a lofty shrug. "Of course," he replied, in an infuriatingly casual way he knew rubbed most people the wrong way. No point being humble about it, right? "But it's always good to know the crowd is pleased." A little teasing; for all that the message of the song was somber, singing had put him in a far better mood.
As for the Eirachi... Korbin hummed thoughtfully. "Not much, personally," he admitted. "It is a figure that appear in many stories and legends. Sometimes it is benevolent, sometimes not. Very fickle. Most versions suggest it is a powerful spirit or lesser divinity, though no one knows for sure."
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
