But her concerns do not quite catch the half-elf's attentions as he leads her on, darting across the rocky ground as if he hadn't just been wheezing for breath just a few seconds ago. There's a lightness to his footsteps, an eager anticipation that follows him, all the way across the distance he makes her cover-- and it does take him quite some time to lead her to it; a simple stone among the many, many others, tall and steady and... completely unremarkable except for the ping on their SCA.
"I'll go first, mmkay?" He offers, already reaching for the pillar with little cares or worry. A frown of concentration creases his brow as he lays his palm flat, eyes shut away to avoid distractions, and all of his focus pouring onto the stone. He's not moving much at all, betrayed only by his slow, steady breathing as he pours what he can into the stone, drifting through his memories and picking the best ones yet to share.
He tangles into a handful of them, some more easy to pick than others, thoughts as steady as his controlled breath for once. More are discarded, until just a few shards are left in his hands, little instances of time that he doesn't mind sharing, and he tries his best to send these to the stone, like an insect wing caught in amber. Just a shard, not the whole, but enough to marvel at its sight.
It takes him an extra second to back away, brows still pinched, but he's done what he could for this, and Esteban turns, beaming as he glances out to his companion again.
"Okay! That should do it!" His grin is infused with the confidence of having done his best through this strange process, hopeful and excited that his whimsical plan might prove to be successful yet.
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"I'll go first, mmkay?" He offers, already reaching for the pillar with little cares or worry. A frown of concentration creases his brow as he lays his palm flat, eyes shut away to avoid distractions, and all of his focus pouring onto the stone. He's not moving much at all, betrayed only by his slow, steady breathing as he pours what he can into the stone, drifting through his memories and picking the best ones yet to share.
He tangles into a handful of them, some more easy to pick than others, thoughts as steady as his controlled breath for once. More are discarded, until just a few shards are left in his hands, little instances of time that he doesn't mind sharing, and he tries his best to send these to the stone, like an insect wing caught in amber. Just a shard, not the whole, but enough to marvel at its sight.
It takes him an extra second to back away, brows still pinched, but he's done what he could for this, and Esteban turns, beaming as he glances out to his companion again.
"Okay! That should do it!" His grin is infused with the confidence of having done his best through this strange process, hopeful and excited that his whimsical plan might prove to be successful yet.