KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He had expected protests. Objections, reproach for his attitude, anger or even hurt. Not this. Not the quiet acceptance he was met with. He was surprised, startled even. Enough that he misstepped and slipped on a patch of ice, forced to a halt unless he wanted to faceplant into the snow. (Hint: he did not want that.)
Gazing back on the dragon, he just stared at it mutely while thoughts whirred in his mind. "Why would you want that? Know me, I mean," he couldn't help but ask, suspicion thick in the voice, for all that he couldn't control the timbre or tone of it as he once used to.
He couldn't see a reason why anyone would want to be around him. Especially not these days, when he was doing his best to keep everyone away. Especially not a stranger. What had people been telling this person to give him the impression Korbin was anything at all?
Gazing back on the dragon, he just stared at it mutely while thoughts whirred in his mind. "Why would you want that? Know me, I mean," he couldn't help but ask, suspicion thick in the voice, for all that he couldn't control the timbre or tone of it as he once used to.
He couldn't see a reason why anyone would want to be around him. Especially not these days, when he was doing his best to keep everyone away. Especially not a stranger. What had people been telling this person to give him the impression Korbin was anything at all?
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
