KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
"Oops," the young man said lazily, when Amun gestured to the ship and called it his. Now Korbin longed for an even bigger rock so he could really make his mark... "Aren't ships normally called 'she'?"
He looked the offending ship over again, still annoyed by the newness of it. "You really should take a trip," he agreed. "Get some scrapes down, make a few marks... It's not yours until you lick it, as they say."
And maybe he wouldn't be so irked by its existence if it at least looked like it belonged. Hey, that seemed like a metaphor for something else. Fancy that...
He looked the offending ship over again, still annoyed by the newness of it. "You really should take a trip," he agreed. "Get some scrapes down, make a few marks... It's not yours until you lick it, as they say."
And maybe he wouldn't be so irked by its existence if it at least looked like it belonged. Hey, that seemed like a metaphor for something else. Fancy that...
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
