and there she was, living, despite it all
Phoebe was one concerned momma. Jude had gone off to play and wasn't home yet. It wasn't like him. He missed lunch. That boy never missed a meal, just like his father that way. So she took matters into her own hands and set out. First she searched the little glen he usually played in to no avail. That led her to the Crimson Cataract - the colored water had fascinated him when they visited the shrine. No sign there either.
Now she was down by the estuary. Maybe he had gone swimming. She knew he could, spending half his time in Torchline it was a necessity. As her eyes scanned the shores, she spotted a young, dark headed teen. Perhaps he had seen Jude? "Excuse me, young man..." she called out as she approached from behind. "Have you seen my son? He is 10 years old about this height..." she said, holding her hand up to Jude's approximate height. "His name is Jude."
Now she was down by the estuary. Maybe he had gone swimming. She knew he could, spending half his time in Torchline it was a necessity. As her eyes scanned the shores, she spotted a young, dark headed teen. Perhaps he had seen Jude? "Excuse me, young man..." she called out as she approached from behind. "Have you seen my son? He is 10 years old about this height..." she said, holding her hand up to Jude's approximate height. "His name is Jude."
Phoebe
