KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Korbin had to think about that one for a bit. "They're loud, smelly and distracting," he concluded. "I suppose they're necessary, but can't say I care to have any." The disinterest was surpreme, spoken like a true youth still too preoccupied with growing up to even begin considering the next generation.
As for his sister... It was clear Amun didn't realize the extent of their closeness. How their lives had revolved around each other, up until recently. Korbin wasn't really up to explaining it to him, so he just shrugged, humming unhappily.
It was easier to talk about the other man, and the prejudice that apparently dogged his steps. "I see. And have you given people reason for that dislike?" He was only moderately curious, but would listen. He was admittedly prone to prejudice himself... perhaps he could offer some insight as to why a whole race might be disliked.
As for his sister... It was clear Amun didn't realize the extent of their closeness. How their lives had revolved around each other, up until recently. Korbin wasn't really up to explaining it to him, so he just shrugged, humming unhappily.
It was easier to talk about the other man, and the prejudice that apparently dogged his steps. "I see. And have you given people reason for that dislike?" He was only moderately curious, but would listen. He was admittedly prone to prejudice himself... perhaps he could offer some insight as to why a whole race might be disliked.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
