Jude
Jude is only outside because it is more fun, at the time. While the adults are keen to keep warm, wise and weathered in their age, Jude - one of the few children the Greatwood has in her keep - finds the inclement weather worthwhile in terms of simple enjoyment. He is working at making a little copse of his own, some menagerie of treehouse and fort. It’s a decent example of construction, really; downed limbs fastened together with twine, leaning against a large tree with a hollowed out section near the roots to cozy down into. He is planting rocks at the base of the tied together limbs to keep them secure when, wandering afield to find more materials, he spots a young girl.
Blinking against the snow to ensure he’s not seeing things, Jude glances around for any clues of nearby parents and, finding none, hurries to join her. As he approaches he notices her shivering rather profoundly, and his eyes go big with worry. “Miss! Miss, are you okay? Where’s your house?” They’re of a similar age, but his Maman would lecture him dizzy for calling a young girl anything but an appropriately respectful title.
Blinking against the snow to ensure he’s not seeing things, Jude glances around for any clues of nearby parents and, finding none, hurries to join her. As he approaches he notices her shivering rather profoundly, and his eyes go big with worry. “Miss! Miss, are you okay? Where’s your house?” They’re of a similar age, but his Maman would lecture him dizzy for calling a young girl anything but an appropriately respectful title.
