Jude
Whatever the reasoning behind the dragon's acquiescence, Jude isn't keen on questioning it, because the man beneath it wheezes a little and begins to sound more like a human than an impending corpse. Convinced he has saved a life, Jude manages a relieved smile for the dragon, producing a treat from his pocket where he always stashes them for his family's large multitude of companions. Offering it flat-palmed and from as much of a distance as he can give her out of respect, Jude mentally records her name as it's given instead of focusing too much on the man's bitterness. It's better for his anxiety that way.
"I'm sorry Boreal," he says directly to the dragon, all moon eyes and earnestness, offering up the treat with more intent as if to curry her forgiveness. "And, um, sorry she ended up stepping on you then." If the stranger wouldn't accept his apology with that particular wording, Jude was happy to oblige with an alternate; plenty more where that came from. And it's why he flushes pink but doesn't bristle at the stand-offish question, not the type to stand his ground. "Oh, um. I'm sixteen, I don't really...have a bedtime?" At least, his parents haven't been terribly strict about it. Jude is usually quite good at policing himself in that way. "But I couldn't sleep anyway. I'm sorry - I really can go -" the babbling threatens to return, face heating further in a way that makes him glad for the darkness that makes it more difficult to see.
"I'm sorry Boreal," he says directly to the dragon, all moon eyes and earnestness, offering up the treat with more intent as if to curry her forgiveness. "And, um, sorry she ended up stepping on you then." If the stranger wouldn't accept his apology with that particular wording, Jude was happy to oblige with an alternate; plenty more where that came from. And it's why he flushes pink but doesn't bristle at the stand-offish question, not the type to stand his ground. "Oh, um. I'm sixteen, I don't really...have a bedtime?" At least, his parents haven't been terribly strict about it. Jude is usually quite good at policing himself in that way. "But I couldn't sleep anyway. I'm sorry - I really can go -" the babbling threatens to return, face heating further in a way that makes him glad for the darkness that makes it more difficult to see.
stop trying to keep this alive
you're pointing at stars in the sky that already died
you're pointing at stars in the sky that already died
