It's not as bad as he thought. Her simple description of it is... easy enough to imagine, like watching the Mirror Moon when he's falling down. The distance that slowly grows, the gentle glow that remains behind. He... sort of can imagine it the same.
"When 't feels so small, 'ven though y' know it's really not?" His question is not... so much a question, and more of a statement. At least, that's how he feels. His eyes close with the memories so close to the surface, of the endless sky and the shriek of the wind, the thunder of giant wings overhead.
A dusting of stars. A brilliant moon. The smile that curls on his lips is gentler as he recalls, before he glances her way again.
"Bigger question, though," and at this, Esteban grins, trying to ease it along, because he's not sure how Guri might take it. It's not that it's inappropriate, it's just-- "Why show me this?" Specifically. Purposefully.
Esteban had promised he would show her the Moon Mountains, but he doesn't recall asking for her to do the same. Of course, he's happy that she did, only-- oh, his words might be a little misleading, aren't they? "Why did you choose to show me this?"
That's clearer, right? That makes more sense?
"Or want. Both. Either." He should really just shut up at this point-- and Esteban manages to halt his slightly nervous ramble by carding a large hand through the small hairs at the back of his head. It keeps him silent enough to remember that he also has a bottle of water, and he takes a sip, a gesture aimed to keep him still and quiet and listen.
feel free to have her catch that memory too if you want
It's not as bad as he thought. Her simple description of it is... easy enough to imagine, like watching the Mirror Moon when he's falling down. The distance that slowly grows, the gentle glow that remains behind. He... sort of can imagine it the same.
"When 't feels so small, 'ven though y' know it's really not?" His question is not... so much a question, and more of a statement. At least, that's how he feels. His eyes close with the memories so close to the surface, of the endless sky and the shriek of the wind, the thunder of giant wings overhead.
A dusting of stars. A brilliant moon. The smile that curls on his lips is gentler as he recalls, before he glances her way again.
"Bigger question, though," and at this, Esteban grins, trying to ease it along, because he's not sure how Guri might take it. It's not that it's inappropriate, it's just-- "Why show me this?" Specifically. Purposefully.
Esteban had promised he would show her the Moon Mountains, but he doesn't recall asking for her to do the same. Of course, he's happy that she did, only-- oh, his words might be a little misleading, aren't they? "Why did you choose to show me this?"
That's clearer, right? That makes more sense?
"Or want. Both. Either." He should really just shut up at this point-- and Esteban manages to halt his slightly nervous ramble by carding a large hand through the small hairs at the back of his head. It keeps him silent enough to remember that he also has a bottle of water, and he takes a sip, a gesture aimed to keep him still and quiet and listen.