"Yeah, I heard it," Esteban mentions at the story Rezo had shared over the comms. "Didn't get to share any of mine, I was too busy. But I heard!"
"Melchor hoarded stories," the half-dragon explains, somewhat to defend his friend. "Collectin' them since the first moon hatched, so of course, he got a lotta really good ones. But yours was great! Y've got a good pace an' a great voice for stories; y' must've practiced them a lot. We should trade those we know 't some point. I'm not nearly 's good as him either, but he's been tellin' them to me since I was tiny, so, I can recall a few."
There's movement from the half-elf, the very faint skitter of claws on the ground again, and the warmth at Rezo's back grows a little more insistent. Not quite a push or a pull, but a light pressure, like someone taking his arm and guiding him while Esteban's chatter keeps them going. He seems to be guiding Rezo to a bench, possibly to sit down while they talk.
"Sure, I know Glimmer!" He grins, beaming wide enough that it can be heard, even though he hasn't gotten that many conversations with her. "She's got a lot of interestin' stuff to say too. Her people live und'rneath the mountain' an they have mushrooms that glow t' light their way!" He snickers lightly, still baffled at the fungus' name, but not willing to tug Rezo into that particular debate.
"She still hasn't told me if the soup they make from 'em glows too." The chuffed laughter that accompanies his words makes it hard to tell if Esteban really wants to know, or if he is too amused by the idea of the glowing soup to ask again.
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"Melchor hoarded stories," the half-dragon explains, somewhat to defend his friend. "Collectin' them since the first moon hatched, so of course, he got a lotta really good ones. But yours was great! Y've got a good pace an' a great voice for stories; y' must've practiced them a lot. We should trade those we know 't some point. I'm not nearly 's good as him either, but he's been tellin' them to me since I was tiny, so, I can recall a few."
There's movement from the half-elf, the very faint skitter of claws on the ground again, and the warmth at Rezo's back grows a little more insistent. Not quite a push or a pull, but a light pressure, like someone taking his arm and guiding him while Esteban's chatter keeps them going. He seems to be guiding Rezo to a bench, possibly to sit down while they talk.
"Sure, I know Glimmer!" He grins, beaming wide enough that it can be heard, even though he hasn't gotten that many conversations with her. "She's got a lot of interestin' stuff to say too. Her people live und'rneath the mountain' an they have mushrooms that glow t' light their way!" He snickers lightly, still baffled at the fungus' name, but not willing to tug Rezo into that particular debate.
"She still hasn't told me if the soup they make from 'em glows too." The chuffed laughter that accompanies his words makes it hard to tell if Esteban really wants to know, or if he is too amused by the idea of the glowing soup to ask again.