KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Korbin didn't rise. He remained seated in the sand, the pale skin of his bare torso all but glowing in the dark. He looked every bit the teenage boy he was in that moment; too young and a little lost, desperately trying to act the part of the man he hadn't quite grown into yet.
But he waved the advice off with a hand, just like he did the concern, however marginal it might be. "Of course," he replied lakonically, dismissive and bone weary. "Off you go, I don't need babysitting."
There was no point in trying to cross the tundra at night; he'd just stay there on the beach until the sun came up. No one would bother him; if they tried, he could just fly away.
But he waved the advice off with a hand, just like he did the concern, however marginal it might be. "Of course," he replied lakonically, dismissive and bone weary. "Off you go, I don't need babysitting."
There was no point in trying to cross the tundra at night; he'd just stay there on the beach until the sun came up. No one would bother him; if they tried, he could just fly away.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
