It's not the trepidation that Seto expects. Esteban struggles again, a half-grin forming onto his lips, but his brows keep on pinching and his nose scrunches as he tries to figure out his next step. Snapper is tucked close to his chest, and he rubs a slightly distracted stroke along her spine, before his free hand comes to rub at the back of his head.

"So, um." Okay, first steps. "In my world, there's a legend. That dragons hatched from the first moon." He pauses, and the smile that perches on his lips is easier at least, joy returning, seeing as he's far more comfortable with this bit.

"It's act'ally my fav'rite story." A full grin, and little skritches under Snapper's chin accompanies his words. "Melchor used t' tell me that they heard a song, and they woke up, an' the egg cracked down th' middle, an' out they fell, wings stretchin', sky an' wind their only companions. The shell cracked an' shattered an' scattered, racin' 'cross the night sky t' become the pinprick of stars, an' they fell, eyes full of the moon an' night an' stars. They were born in the sky 'cause they belonged in the sky."

Confidence grows with his comfort. Words he'd repeated a hundred times, and had heard uttered a thousand more. A shard that, in Esteban's eyes, means far more than the simple words he shares.

"'Cause, you see, the first lesson of flyin', is learnin' how to fall."