"Wha-- no." There's a tiny huff as Esteban protests Allen's casual dismissal, but he finds it much harder to put words in order when he tries to properly convey what he means. Hmm, how to say.
"They're darker th'n your hair. But close enough in colour. When you look away, it's subtle, but when you look at someone, they're... they stand out. Y' could probably hold someone with only y'r stare 'f you practice well enough." Not-- literally. But Esteban does believe it-- the slight nuance in colour makes Allen's eyes harder, more poignant somehow. He just kind of sucks at explaining it.
It's a relief that he can turn to his friend's question, change the subject with both his wings flaring on each side of him, half-consciously, half to show off. It takes him a moment to stand up and stretch them-- one has pins and needles-- while he offers a hand to his friend, to help him stand up.
"It's a stage of growth. We use these 'cause it's easy to spot immediately. Usually they're used f'r wyverns, but anythin' with wings works!" A limb stretches so that Esteban can point out at it, grinning. "Jagged wing's when the spurs an' bones start really formin' in the wing. There's also the blood vessels that get thicker. It leaves the wings jagged an' kinda gnarly lookin' for a few years."
It's not the prettiest. But it's part of life, for those creatures.
And hey. A question for a question.
"What's an innocence?" Esteban returns readily, because between their fight in the water, then the talks of performance and flexibility, he'd lost track of the question that had haunted him back in the pool. He'd never seen the claw Allen had casually mentioned, but then Allen had never seen him in this shape before today.
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"They're darker th'n your hair. But close enough in colour. When you look away, it's subtle, but when you look at someone, they're... they stand out. Y' could probably hold someone with only y'r stare 'f you practice well enough." Not-- literally. But Esteban does believe it-- the slight nuance in colour makes Allen's eyes harder, more poignant somehow. He just kind of sucks at explaining it.
It's a relief that he can turn to his friend's question, change the subject with both his wings flaring on each side of him, half-consciously, half to show off. It takes him a moment to stand up and stretch them-- one has pins and needles-- while he offers a hand to his friend, to help him stand up.
"It's a stage of growth. We use these 'cause it's easy to spot immediately. Usually they're used f'r wyverns, but anythin' with wings works!" A limb stretches so that Esteban can point out at it, grinning. "Jagged wing's when the spurs an' bones start really formin' in the wing. There's also the blood vessels that get thicker. It leaves the wings jagged an' kinda gnarly lookin' for a few years."
It's not the prettiest. But it's part of life, for those creatures.
And hey. A question for a question.
"What's an innocence?" Esteban returns readily, because between their fight in the water, then the talks of performance and flexibility, he'd lost track of the question that had haunted him back in the pool. He'd never seen the claw Allen had casually mentioned, but then Allen had never seen him in this shape before today.
Give-and-take, Esteban figures.