KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
Clearly he was not the only one who turned to Noah for direction. No wonder; the man had an air of quiet competence that was reassuring, and more easy to approach than the new Warden. Morgan had chosen well. Korbin had to wonder if people would have flocked around himself that way if things had been different. If Weaver had lived and he had remained her right hand.
As things were right now, Korbin was glad that he didn't have to carry that sort of responsibility. Shouldering the Kraai was burden enough, and he felt the press of people around him like a stifling grip around the neck. Casting a look around the milling crowd, he caught a glimpse of Neron just as the man moved away from the bannisters of the upper floor. Couldn't see Loren anywhere, but wasn't surprised; no doubt the healer had found some other place to hole up. That ridiculous igloo maybe.
Wessex popped in with a cryptic offer of emergency help, and Korbin nodded at her. Still uncomfortable with the way she came and went, how she showed up out of nowhere. The very definition of the flighty outsider he so distrusted.
But what really threw him was the blonde girl who appeared in company with Tala. Korbin actually recoiled from her, their past encounters in fresh memory, and he stared at the way she greeted Noah. At the familiar way the hunter touched her.
What the actual fuck? Seems he wasn't the only person who was bad at talking about personal stuff here. Really, Noah?
"Fireplaces. Right. I'll take care of it," Korbin said quickly, and backed off. It was an important job, and it wasn't like he expected to get much sleep anyway... It was the perfect excuse to leave.
As things were right now, Korbin was glad that he didn't have to carry that sort of responsibility. Shouldering the Kraai was burden enough, and he felt the press of people around him like a stifling grip around the neck. Casting a look around the milling crowd, he caught a glimpse of Neron just as the man moved away from the bannisters of the upper floor. Couldn't see Loren anywhere, but wasn't surprised; no doubt the healer had found some other place to hole up. That ridiculous igloo maybe.
Wessex popped in with a cryptic offer of emergency help, and Korbin nodded at her. Still uncomfortable with the way she came and went, how she showed up out of nowhere. The very definition of the flighty outsider he so distrusted.
But what really threw him was the blonde girl who appeared in company with Tala. Korbin actually recoiled from her, their past encounters in fresh memory, and he stared at the way she greeted Noah. At the familiar way the hunter touched her.
What the actual fuck? Seems he wasn't the only person who was bad at talking about personal stuff here. Really, Noah?
"Fireplaces. Right. I'll take care of it," Korbin said quickly, and backed off. It was an important job, and it wasn't like he expected to get much sleep anyway... It was the perfect excuse to leave.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
