KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
"My, aren't we confident," Korbin mumbled at that. His expression turned into a grin when Amun laughed. "Of course. They're not friends if they can't stand a bit of tongue. And you clearly don't have siblings if your fights haven't descended into that kind of thing." He left it intentionally vague what he meant, just to see what kind of reaction it would draw out.
Turning back to study the ship, Korbin wondered if his aversion to the ship had anything to do with it being made by The Voice. Not because of any personal vendettas against the new god, but rather... because it had not been crafted by mortal hands. It made it feel somehow less real.
"Avaliable and exclusive are quite different, I think... but I suppose it is your ship." He gave a noncommittal shrug, finding himself grow less interested with the subject.
Turning back to study the ship, Korbin wondered if his aversion to the ship had anything to do with it being made by The Voice. Not because of any personal vendettas against the new god, but rather... because it had not been crafted by mortal hands. It made it feel somehow less real.
"Avaliable and exclusive are quite different, I think... but I suppose it is your ship." He gave a noncommittal shrug, finding himself grow less interested with the subject.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
