But he can see that Allen has his own deal with that, and to be quite honest, he really doesn't like this person Allen calls his Master? Or at least, he seems to be getting all sorts of negative impressions about him, even though he's fairly sure he's a bit biased against him at this point.
With his friend sitting, it's far more logical for Esteban to sit too, and he does so, wings fluttering lightly and his tail coming around to lay the tip atop his crossed calves, the fin-like structure splaying on the warmed rocks between them. His feet are a bit misshapen from the hem of his pants, pointed, like he'd be standing on tiptoes.
Esteban rubs a hand through the back of his hair as he considers Allen's question. It's not wrong per say, just--
"Yeah, just very rarely." He pauses for a moment, lingering on that, before he adds "dragons used it first." Then the Wyverns. Oh! Wait-- "Wyverns aren't-- wyverns 're creatures. Non-sentient?" Which feels wrong of him to say; it's not quite true. But they have less magic in their veins, fewer words to say. But who is to say that they are less intelligent after all?
Anyways. "In case I got you mixed up."
He-- hadn't expected this much from his-- hah-- innocent question. Much less said so spectacularly straight, just information dropped onto Esteban as he tries to keep pace with what Allen is saying. A substance, but not. A weapon, but a parasite. Shorter lifespans-- and here Esteban has to sheathe in a breath, upset at the consequences for his friend. He can't help his half-hopeful question.
"C'n you remove it?"
It's probably callous. He can't help it. Allen speaks of a war, of horrors Esteban cannot guess at, cannot imagine. Woefully again, he finds himself from such a peaceful world, where a few monsters lay out of their towns-- but not something so grim as a war. So many of his friends have suffered, and Esteban cannot help them. Doesn't know how to help them.
But that doesn't mean he won't try. In his own way. In his cheer, in his joy. In his gifts to these fragile people he loves.
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But he can see that Allen has his own deal with that, and to be quite honest, he really doesn't like this person Allen calls his Master? Or at least, he seems to be getting all sorts of negative impressions about him, even though he's fairly sure he's a bit biased against him at this point.
With his friend sitting, it's far more logical for Esteban to sit too, and he does so, wings fluttering lightly and his tail coming around to lay the tip atop his crossed calves, the fin-like structure splaying on the warmed rocks between them. His feet are a bit misshapen from the hem of his pants, pointed, like he'd be standing on tiptoes.
Esteban rubs a hand through the back of his hair as he considers Allen's question. It's not wrong per say, just--
"Yeah, just very rarely." He pauses for a moment, lingering on that, before he adds "dragons used it first." Then the Wyverns. Oh! Wait-- "Wyverns aren't-- wyverns 're creatures. Non-sentient?" Which feels wrong of him to say; it's not quite true. But they have less magic in their veins, fewer words to say. But who is to say that they are less intelligent after all?
Anyways. "In case I got you mixed up."
He-- hadn't expected this much from his-- hah-- innocent question. Much less said so spectacularly straight, just information dropped onto Esteban as he tries to keep pace with what Allen is saying. A substance, but not. A weapon, but a parasite. Shorter lifespans-- and here Esteban has to sheathe in a breath, upset at the consequences for his friend. He can't help his half-hopeful question.
"C'n you remove it?"
It's probably callous. He can't help it. Allen speaks of a war, of horrors Esteban cannot guess at, cannot imagine. Woefully again, he finds himself from such a peaceful world, where a few monsters lay out of their towns-- but not something so grim as a war. So many of his friends have suffered, and Esteban cannot help them. Doesn't know how to help them.
But that doesn't mean he won't try. In his own way. In his cheer, in his joy. In his gifts to these fragile people he loves.