KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
There didn't need to be overtures for him to feel awkward about touch, Korbin could manage that all by himself. Even a handshake was pushing things for him, and as soon as it was over, he shoved his hands deep into their usual pockets. Sitting or standing, it didn't matter. "Korbin," he replied, offering name for a name.
"May they burn brightly," came the quiet response, when his assumption was confirmed. A simple Halo blessing for the dead. No 'sorry', no condolences... they would be hollow and empty, even if he had known who it was for.
He didn't have to be coaxed to leave the matter lying, having no wish to dig into someone else's wounds. "My sister made a business deal with an outlander, and it's turning my life completely upside down. And she's disappointed because I'm not thrilled about it." There was more to it, of course, other worries and issues, but this really was the underlying cause. Change. Too much and too soon, and with no say in it whatsoever. His options were to go with the program, or turn his back on the only person who meant anything. It was terribly unfair, and whining about it was awfully childish. Both further reasons to be grumpy.
"Hmm... Honestly, can't think of anything. Unless you're in a mind to share how to stay that cool in this weather." Recalling the cool temperature of the hand, Korbin envied it.
"May they burn brightly," came the quiet response, when his assumption was confirmed. A simple Halo blessing for the dead. No 'sorry', no condolences... they would be hollow and empty, even if he had known who it was for.
He didn't have to be coaxed to leave the matter lying, having no wish to dig into someone else's wounds. "My sister made a business deal with an outlander, and it's turning my life completely upside down. And she's disappointed because I'm not thrilled about it." There was more to it, of course, other worries and issues, but this really was the underlying cause. Change. Too much and too soon, and with no say in it whatsoever. His options were to go with the program, or turn his back on the only person who meant anything. It was terribly unfair, and whining about it was awfully childish. Both further reasons to be grumpy.
"Hmm... Honestly, can't think of anything. Unless you're in a mind to share how to stay that cool in this weather." Recalling the cool temperature of the hand, Korbin envied it.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
