KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
The raven gazed steadily at Sunjata. Struggled to make sense of what he was saying. "So... if it wasn't Frey's fault, and you didn't actually hate the gift... why do you dislike them then? Aside from preferring Safrin, is there a reason? Because your ex follow Frey and you hate the association?"
He was honestly intrigued, and perhaps a bit more inquisitive than he ought to be. But the burn of alcohol in his veins and the brutal flood of shared emotions made the idea of personal space seem a bit ridiculous in this moment. Perhaps things would be different in the morning.
And maybe the vague answers annoyed him just a trifle. Did the guy ever take a firm stance on anything?
He was honestly intrigued, and perhaps a bit more inquisitive than he ought to be. But the burn of alcohol in his veins and the brutal flood of shared emotions made the idea of personal space seem a bit ridiculous in this moment. Perhaps things would be different in the morning.
And maybe the vague answers annoyed him just a trifle. Did the guy ever take a firm stance on anything?
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
