KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Korbin turned the response over in his mind, twisting and searching for something to find fault with. Being in the contrary mood that he was, of course he found a few things to chew on.
"You would be the first outsider to actually give a damn about what any of us has to say before charging in to change things," he remarked moodily, "so pardon if I don't take your word for it. I'm not my sister; the only reason I helped with those rooms is to keep your outsiders out of our homes, where they'd have ended up otherwise."
Straightening up, Korbin folded his arms over the chest and gave the dragon a steady look, stubbornly pushing down any trepidations he might still harbor. Jigano's views on him seemed to be decidedly rosy, an illusion he couldn't wait to smash to pieces. Already had, no doubt; there would be none of Weaver's open acceptance to find here. No easy smiles, no free information offered for the sake of talking. Unlike her, he didn't care for change or new things; it just didn't interest him anymore.
"You would be the first outsider to actually give a damn about what any of us has to say before charging in to change things," he remarked moodily, "so pardon if I don't take your word for it. I'm not my sister; the only reason I helped with those rooms is to keep your outsiders out of our homes, where they'd have ended up otherwise."
Straightening up, Korbin folded his arms over the chest and gave the dragon a steady look, stubbornly pushing down any trepidations he might still harbor. Jigano's views on him seemed to be decidedly rosy, an illusion he couldn't wait to smash to pieces. Already had, no doubt; there would be none of Weaver's open acceptance to find here. No easy smiles, no free information offered for the sake of talking. Unlike her, he didn't care for change or new things; it just didn't interest him anymore.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
