KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Korbin rather doubted it, but answered anyway. "Ezekiel Olsen. He's my age. Has an older brother, Noah. Both from Halo, of course." Like he would have friends anywhere else.
Content to keep away from the water, Korbin remained where he was. Didn't feel like moving his things again. Nor was he inclined to stick to Sunjata like some other tick. "I can't tell if you're bragging or apologizing, when you say it like that," he said, half teasing.
Whatever tendency there had been to smile fell away quickly when the man asked about his tattoo. Korbin raised a long-fingered hand to his neck, self-consciously rubbing over the inked skin. He turned his eyes away, gazed out over the dusky beach.
"A few years ago," he replied, a bit quiet. "After my brother died."
He didn't know if that meant anything to the Arbiter. Did not really care. This was deeply personal.
Content to keep away from the water, Korbin remained where he was. Didn't feel like moving his things again. Nor was he inclined to stick to Sunjata like some other tick. "I can't tell if you're bragging or apologizing, when you say it like that," he said, half teasing.
Whatever tendency there had been to smile fell away quickly when the man asked about his tattoo. Korbin raised a long-fingered hand to his neck, self-consciously rubbing over the inked skin. He turned his eyes away, gazed out over the dusky beach.
"A few years ago," he replied, a bit quiet. "After my brother died."
He didn't know if that meant anything to the Arbiter. Did not really care. This was deeply personal.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
