Jude
our sun's still shining, but it seems half the size
Whether it's that strange immunity to dizziness all children seem to have or the easy praise from the imposing but kindly-smiling man that keeps Jude working around the post is unclear, but soon enough it seems he blinks and the clay is even with the earth once more. His knees are dirtied and his hands have suffered far worse, but his spirits are high as he bounces to his feet and smiles back up at Ronin. "I'll tell you if I get tired," he offers with a shy but no less beaming smile; clearly the Huntsman has earned himself a new admirer.
The next pole is exactly the same, though Jude supposes he shouldn't anticipate anything more exciting. His tongue peeks out between his teeth as he works, wanting to prove that as much as he appreciates Ronin's assistance, he won't tire. As a rather active boy with a father keen on passing down the family torch of acrobatics, his arms are marginally better than overboiled noodles, which has to count for something.
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Jude works on filling around the next post!
The next pole is exactly the same, though Jude supposes he shouldn't anticipate anything more exciting. His tongue peeks out between his teeth as he works, wanting to prove that as much as he appreciates Ronin's assistance, he won't tire. As a rather active boy with a father keen on passing down the family torch of acrobatics, his arms are marginally better than overboiled noodles, which has to count for something.
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Jude works on filling around the next post!
