KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
"I've heard you name mentioned," he replied neutrally. There was no real change in his expression for all that the stranger kept leeching emotions at him. If they were meant to make him smile or relax further, it failed.
It rather put him off, actually, to be recognized by someone he didn't know. While being Weaver's brother wasn't something to be ashamed of, it irked him that that's how anyone might be familiar with him. Based on his sister, not his own merit. "I am Korbin Hale, yes," he responded, a bit clipped. Dark eyes narrowed at the offer, at the mention of the preparations he had indeed helped with. Thinking back on the day, he briefly recalled seeing a person there whom he didn't know... but he'd been too caught up with his own problems to pay much attention.
"No need, I will be fine on my own. If you have no business with me, you should be on your way."
Tearing his gaze from the dragon's sleek form, Korbin forced his legs to move, to bring him a few steps aside, meaning to walk around the dragon as he continued down the path towards the causeway. His instincts kept screaming at him to be careful, that the beast was dangerous... but he overruled them.
It was just another man, another person he didn't care to engage with.
It rather put him off, actually, to be recognized by someone he didn't know. While being Weaver's brother wasn't something to be ashamed of, it irked him that that's how anyone might be familiar with him. Based on his sister, not his own merit. "I am Korbin Hale, yes," he responded, a bit clipped. Dark eyes narrowed at the offer, at the mention of the preparations he had indeed helped with. Thinking back on the day, he briefly recalled seeing a person there whom he didn't know... but he'd been too caught up with his own problems to pay much attention.
"No need, I will be fine on my own. If you have no business with me, you should be on your way."
Tearing his gaze from the dragon's sleek form, Korbin forced his legs to move, to bring him a few steps aside, meaning to walk around the dragon as he continued down the path towards the causeway. His instincts kept screaming at him to be careful, that the beast was dangerous... but he overruled them.
It was just another man, another person he didn't care to engage with.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
