JUDE
you're like the sun, you wake me up
Nobody has ever told him to simply not pick, and from a demigod it's a revelation so simple as to feel like lightning is now connecting his vertebrae instead of a spinal cord. "You don't think they'd get angry at competing with the other heralds?" He knows Attuning is desirable for heralds, but he's never quite understood why, and to be decisively indecisive feels like sneaking a cookie from the jar beneath the cover of night.
Distracted, his shovel goes deeper than planned, and beneath his body weight the clustered fronds of the plant shake as it breaks free of the earth and nearly topples sideways off the head of the shovel. Yelping a curse, Jude levels his shovel and manages to save it. It makes it easier to ask, "You have a son? What's his name?" It feels like prying, but Jude isn't exactly swimming in similarly aged people, so it's a bit like trying to have an adult set you up on a blind date with their child when you're both leaving your prime. Except painfully platonic.
Slowly lifting the oddly nefarious plant on his shovel, Jude looks back to Remi. "How are we getting this into the container safely?"
Distracted, his shovel goes deeper than planned, and beneath his body weight the clustered fronds of the plant shake as it breaks free of the earth and nearly topples sideways off the head of the shovel. Yelping a curse, Jude levels his shovel and manages to save it. It makes it easier to ask, "You have a son? What's his name?" It feels like prying, but Jude isn't exactly swimming in similarly aged people, so it's a bit like trying to have an adult set you up on a blind date with their child when you're both leaving your prime. Except painfully platonic.
Slowly lifting the oddly nefarious plant on his shovel, Jude looks back to Remi. "How are we getting this into the container safely?"
but you drain me out if I get too much
