KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
A startled laugh from the teen was followed by the shake of his head. "Where would I find something like that here?" he said, not without regret. "I don't know if you've noticed, but my homeland is a bit of a frozen wasteland. There's not a lot of time and resources to waste on music. If I've got the time for that kind of training, I should spend it on hunting instead."
The words didn't quite sound like his own. More like something he'd had repeated to death, and come to accept as truth. Because it was, wasn't it. Music might be a fun pastime, but it wouldn't feed anyone.
Loren's reply made Korbin grin a bit, half teasing. "Baking, huh? Better not tell Weaver, or she won't let you do anything else."
The words didn't quite sound like his own. More like something he'd had repeated to death, and come to accept as truth. Because it was, wasn't it. Music might be a fun pastime, but it wouldn't feed anyone.
Loren's reply made Korbin grin a bit, half teasing. "Baking, huh? Better not tell Weaver, or she won't let you do anything else."
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
