KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
The herald of nature technically, but it amounted to the same thing, and Korbin didn't feel like nitpicking. "So, in essence it is not so much Frey you dislike, as the things they represent," he summarized. "That's fair, I can agree with that. I aint the frivolous type myself, so. Here's to Safrin, may she remain merciful and bless us with sweet kisses - but no more than kisses, please, we aren't family men."
He made a toasting gesture to the starry night sky above. Just a little tipsy, not drunk. Nope, not at all.
Letting his hand thump back into the sand, Korbin kept staring up into the night. The stars were very bright, but not quite in the same place as he remembered from home.
"Have you ever seen the stars from the Tundra, outlander?" he asked quietly; rather wistful, filled with a sudden homesickness. "They would quite take your breath away."
He made a toasting gesture to the starry night sky above. Just a little tipsy, not drunk. Nope, not at all.
Letting his hand thump back into the sand, Korbin kept staring up into the night. The stars were very bright, but not quite in the same place as he remembered from home.
"Have you ever seen the stars from the Tundra, outlander?" he asked quietly; rather wistful, filled with a sudden homesickness. "They would quite take your breath away."
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
