KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He bit his jaws together, the usual boiling starting to pick up again. Impotent rage against everything and nothing, channeled into a scorn that really wasn't him. Not truly.
"Sunjata. Whoever that other person is that's setting up shop - do they even live here? All the outsiders that keep waltzing in from that portal, like this is some show to gawk at. And yes, I do count the Launceleyn gaggle in the Palace. I don't care what deals Neron struck with Eirachi, there was absolutely no reason for him to try and place himself above us. And now we're supposed to look after half the Grounds because they can't live with their own problems?"
He couldn't contain the building anger, and kicked at a clump of ice. It skittered off over the snow with astonishing speed, but it did nothing to calm him. Gods, what was this...? When had he become like this?
Korbin didn't even recognize himself, or the sound of his own voice. Did he usually growl like that, speak so vehemently against people?
"Sunjata. Whoever that other person is that's setting up shop - do they even live here? All the outsiders that keep waltzing in from that portal, like this is some show to gawk at. And yes, I do count the Launceleyn gaggle in the Palace. I don't care what deals Neron struck with Eirachi, there was absolutely no reason for him to try and place himself above us. And now we're supposed to look after half the Grounds because they can't live with their own problems?"
He couldn't contain the building anger, and kicked at a clump of ice. It skittered off over the snow with astonishing speed, but it did nothing to calm him. Gods, what was this...? When had he become like this?
Korbin didn't even recognize himself, or the sound of his own voice. Did he usually growl like that, speak so vehemently against people?
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
