Esteban’s compliments are flattering, in a bemusing way, as Rezo doesn’t really consider himself a storyteller. And his little aside of how Melchor had been telling Esteban stories since the younger man’s early childhood makes Rezo reflect a little.
Some of Rezo’s earliest memories were of the priestesses teaching him and the other children at the orphanage the story of Flare Dragon Cepheid and his subordinates; but he feels like he didn’t hear proper storytelling until he was an adult, and married with a child just old enough for bedtime stories. His wife had been the one telling the stories while Rezo had discreetly eavesdropped, nonplussed by the animated way she narrated the stories, most of which he had never heard before. He’d gotten better at keeping their son’s attention just by imitating her.
While Rezo doesn’t try to explain all this, he does say, “Myths and folktales are one of the areas I have researched for a long time. There is sometimes a grain of useful truth hidden in a fairytale. But even when there isn’t, they’re useful to distract patients with.”
Speaking of distracting- Oh, he’s being guided along. With everything being as much as it has been lately, Rezo decides to cooperate with Esteban’s rearrangements, while he tries to find a tactful way to ask about the claws and tail and wings and extra height that Esteban’s taken on.
Rezo does not grin when Esteban begins to speak about Lioriley- or ‘Glimmer’ as Esteban has apparently nicknamed her- but he does smile, the expression soft, small, and sincere.
“Yes, she’s very easy to talk to. She’s so thoughtful, and intelligent, and patient- I can spend hours just talking about nothing with her, and still find it enjoyable,” he says.
If Esteban’s observant, he may notice the way Rezo’s ears turn pink as he realizes he’s in serious danger of gushing over his girlfriend to Esteban. With a quiet ahem Rezo goes ahead and changes the subject.
“...Speaking of unusual food, have you eaten any mysterious candies recently?”
(It’s going to be a long time before Rezo trusts little hard candies again.)
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Some of Rezo’s earliest memories were of the priestesses teaching him and the other children at the orphanage the story of Flare Dragon Cepheid and his subordinates; but he feels like he didn’t hear proper storytelling until he was an adult, and married with a child just old enough for bedtime stories. His wife had been the one telling the stories while Rezo had discreetly eavesdropped, nonplussed by the animated way she narrated the stories, most of which he had never heard before. He’d gotten better at keeping their son’s attention just by imitating her.
While Rezo doesn’t try to explain all this, he does say, “Myths and folktales are one of the areas I have researched for a long time. There is sometimes a grain of useful truth hidden in a fairytale. But even when there isn’t, they’re useful to distract patients with.”
Speaking of distracting- Oh, he’s being guided along. With everything being as much as it has been lately, Rezo decides to cooperate with Esteban’s rearrangements, while he tries to find a tactful way to ask about the claws and tail and wings and extra height that Esteban’s taken on.
Rezo does not grin when Esteban begins to speak about Lioriley- or ‘Glimmer’ as Esteban has apparently nicknamed her- but he does smile, the expression soft, small, and sincere.
“Yes, she’s very easy to talk to. She’s so thoughtful, and intelligent, and patient- I can spend hours just talking about nothing with her, and still find it enjoyable,” he says.
If Esteban’s observant, he may notice the way Rezo’s ears turn pink as he realizes he’s in serious danger of gushing over his girlfriend to Esteban. With a quiet ahem Rezo goes ahead and changes the subject.
“...Speaking of unusual food, have you eaten any mysterious candies recently?”
(It’s going to be a long time before Rezo trusts little hard candies again.)