Jude
It's a bit of a disaster on all ends, and Jude can only be grateful that Boreal is so nice because his anxiety is making his temples hurt with all the mixed signals and mess-ups happening in the span of a few minutes. He giggles quietly, a little strained, as the dragon licks his palm a few more times for good measure. He even waits to wipe it off on his pants so as not to offend her before gently patting her head now that there was no risk of contaminating her pretty scales with her own saliva.
Still on his shins, Jude looks up through the curls against his forehead to watch the older boy. Man? He's not sure, his actions and young face make it hard to tell an accurate age group. "If it's for Safrin, you should stay," he argues, a little stronger in conviction now that the herald had been named. Though that bravery wilts immediately back into shyness, eyes dropping down to Boreal's investigation of his pockets and smiling as he clamps a hand over each to keep her at bay. "Maybe we could...watch together?" It's easier to propose when he's not looking at the other young man.
Still on his shins, Jude looks up through the curls against his forehead to watch the older boy. Man? He's not sure, his actions and young face make it hard to tell an accurate age group. "If it's for Safrin, you should stay," he argues, a little stronger in conviction now that the herald had been named. Though that bravery wilts immediately back into shyness, eyes dropping down to Boreal's investigation of his pockets and smiling as he clamps a hand over each to keep her at bay. "Maybe we could...watch together?" It's easier to propose when he's not looking at the other young man.
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
