KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
The boy brushed off his cap, dragged a hand through the unruly black hair and put the hat back on again. Sighed, and shrugged. Meeting a bard might be interesting, but... It felt like a pointless thing to talk about.
"Because it's true," he said, with a tired look. "I don't have the time. It's my job to process what Weaver brings home from hunts, and to trade whatever else we need to survive. So when I'm not in the market, and not at home with chores up to my neck, I'm working to pay for everything. I have two working hands and a good back, and there's no end to the people who need help. I told you before, I'll help anyone who asks for it. With anything. That's how I keep my family safe, and fed, and alive."
Labor for goods. He was the jack of all trades, the one people called on when there was a need for an extra hand, the one who always found time and strength and space for just one more thing.
"Now that Weaver is busy setting up the bar, I am the one who needs to take over what she used to do. Hunt, in addition to everything else. Music is... I would happily do nothing else than play all day long, but it's just not realistic. No one will pay me to do it. They've got their own mouths to feed, their own homes to care for. It's a frivolity that has no room in Halo. Just a pastime to make Deepfrost go by a little faster."
It was.. more than he'd planned to say on the matter. More than he'd thought he had to say, because Korbin didn't think he had brewed over the subject with any real thought. But here he was anyway, spilling his guts with frustration rising like hot steam within.
Annoyed with himself, he clamped his mouth shut and looked away. Must be the shock of the day, the aftermath of what he'd done that made him this loose lipped.
"Because it's true," he said, with a tired look. "I don't have the time. It's my job to process what Weaver brings home from hunts, and to trade whatever else we need to survive. So when I'm not in the market, and not at home with chores up to my neck, I'm working to pay for everything. I have two working hands and a good back, and there's no end to the people who need help. I told you before, I'll help anyone who asks for it. With anything. That's how I keep my family safe, and fed, and alive."
Labor for goods. He was the jack of all trades, the one people called on when there was a need for an extra hand, the one who always found time and strength and space for just one more thing.
"Now that Weaver is busy setting up the bar, I am the one who needs to take over what she used to do. Hunt, in addition to everything else. Music is... I would happily do nothing else than play all day long, but it's just not realistic. No one will pay me to do it. They've got their own mouths to feed, their own homes to care for. It's a frivolity that has no room in Halo. Just a pastime to make Deepfrost go by a little faster."
It was.. more than he'd planned to say on the matter. More than he'd thought he had to say, because Korbin didn't think he had brewed over the subject with any real thought. But here he was anyway, spilling his guts with frustration rising like hot steam within.
Annoyed with himself, he clamped his mouth shut and looked away. Must be the shock of the day, the aftermath of what he'd done that made him this loose lipped.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
