KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Her presence was all he needed, anymore. As long as Weaver was there, he would be alright. Korbin draped an arm about her shoulders, and offered his sister a lopsided grin, wry but with true humor glinting in his dark eyes. A rarity, these days, and reserved just for her.
"Of course I hate it," he retorted, deep voice playful for all the truth of his words, "it's too warm. I don't get why -"
But he interrupted what he had been about to say when shouting erupted further off. Frowning, he saw Loren be chased off by a burly looking stranger, turned goose and flapping away like his life depended on it. Judging by the rage in the man's voice, perhaps it might, at that.
"What was that about?" he mumbled, half asking Weaver. Still scowling, as much for the interruption in the solemn festivitie - how tactless, to subject others to your own grievances on a night like this - as for the threat issued towards a Halo citizen.
Loren might be an outlander, but he was their outlander.
"Of course I hate it," he retorted, deep voice playful for all the truth of his words, "it's too warm. I don't get why -"
But he interrupted what he had been about to say when shouting erupted further off. Frowning, he saw Loren be chased off by a burly looking stranger, turned goose and flapping away like his life depended on it. Judging by the rage in the man's voice, perhaps it might, at that.
"What was that about?" he mumbled, half asking Weaver. Still scowling, as much for the interruption in the solemn festivitie - how tactless, to subject others to your own grievances on a night like this - as for the threat issued towards a Halo citizen.
Loren might be an outlander, but he was their outlander.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
