KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
The wince told him enough about the volume, and how excessive it must have been. Korbin made a face, wishing he could apologize, but thought better of trying to speak again. At least the other kid was quick on the uptake; he stepped over to the counter and watched as the blonde youth flipped through pages in the notebook until there was an empty page.
Something flashing past in the previous pages had caught Korbin's attention... but when he took the book and the offered charcoal, it was just to shift them to him, so he could scribble a response, in a flowing handwriting gone just a bit off kilter by the crude writing tool.
"That's fine, no rush. If you can set these aside, I'll collect them all when the rest is done."
He showed the writing to the young man. Then, slowly, he flipped back a few pages, to have a closer look at what had caught his interest. It really was the scribble of a flute. A good one too, and he raised a dark brow at the sight.
Something flashing past in the previous pages had caught Korbin's attention... but when he took the book and the offered charcoal, it was just to shift them to him, so he could scribble a response, in a flowing handwriting gone just a bit off kilter by the crude writing tool.
"That's fine, no rush. If you can set these aside, I'll collect them all when the rest is done."
He showed the writing to the young man. Then, slowly, he flipped back a few pages, to have a closer look at what had caught his interest. It really was the scribble of a flute. A good one too, and he raised a dark brow at the sight.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
