Jude
come on, come dance with me
With age and strength in his limbs these days, Jude is rarely ever found in Torchline anymore. He knows it bothers his father greatly, just as his second aging had, but he finds solace in the quiet of the jungle as opposed to Torchline's hustle and bustle. Of course he ensures he returns home frequently to soothe Harper's worries, but he lingers as long as he can in these lush and blooming woods. His mother had taught him all the plants and herbs she could get her hands on in his youth and there is little that Jude fears unintentionally encountering or imbibing. Which makes it all the more ironic that he steps over a trail of vines crossing the path (always light-footed and hard to hear approaching after a childhood among the Fae) to find a stranger plucking berries from what is undeniably a blushberry bush.
"Ah, miss -" he tries to intercede, wincing slightly when it comes too late. His fingers fold into his palm, uncertain. Should he leave her in privacy to her impending bashfulness? Or linger, to explain if she was confused? "Did you...mean to eat that?" His voice is quiet, but with an undeniably sweet and nonjudgmental tone as he lingers awkwardly on the path a few feet from her.
"Ah, miss -" he tries to intercede, wincing slightly when it comes too late. His fingers fold into his palm, uncertain. Should he leave her in privacy to her impending bashfulness? Or linger, to explain if she was confused? "Did you...mean to eat that?" His voice is quiet, but with an undeniably sweet and nonjudgmental tone as he lingers awkwardly on the path a few feet from her.
the earth is spinning, we can't just stand
