There's more confusion as Esteban tries to piece things together until he finally remembers the candy that had made him and Seto lounge around in the spa for a nice, slow hour in long noodle-shapes. Right! That had happened, hadn't it?
His limbs shiver at the light tap against the bone and leather, surprised by the touch, but hardly minding it. He leans against Rezo's hand again with the wing, leaving it in easy reach for the priest to touch if he wants.
"Of course y' didn't see them before, I wasn't in this form." There's an easy, casual shrug, even in his tone, the statement so obvious to Esteban. It's not exactly an easy transformation to miss when it leaves him tall enough that crossing doorways is actually a worry now-- and will be until he shifts back. The horns, wings and tail are also a bit of an obvious tell.
"I just felt like stretchin' today," he adds, wondering if that's what his friend might mean. He did tell Rezo he was a half-elf, hadn't he? Oh-- wait-- he hadn't said for his other parent though.
"The train's too small," he adds, because he might as well keep going with that. "An' my wings itch somethin' fierce when I can't stretch them-- it's drivin' me crazy sometimes." A breath. "A lotta times. Like, nearly all of it." Oops. Now he's complaining.
"Dragon." He adds, unprompted, but feeling like he didn't need to state it. And yet, strangely nervous? Wait-- Rezo's world did have supernatural beings, didn't it? He wonders briefly if there's anything closer to what he looks like above his true parentage, and the words stumble out of his mouth before he can think too hard about that.
"It's why I was so curious 'bout yours. I love any story with dragons, since they're kinda extended family in some ways?" The chuffs of his laughter are clearly heard in the silence that surrounds them; the peace and quiet and warmth of the weather carriage. The tip of his tail rasps lightly against the stone by their feet, and there is a quick bounce to his knee that speaks more of nerves than the way Esteban's voice remains steady through it all.
"At least, that's how it is in my world." Dragons are the most selfish creatures that he knows of. And yet, they are family. Each and everyone of them. Siblings, bonded whether they have chosen to or not.
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His limbs shiver at the light tap against the bone and leather, surprised by the touch, but hardly minding it. He leans against Rezo's hand again with the wing, leaving it in easy reach for the priest to touch if he wants.
"Of course y' didn't see them before, I wasn't in this form." There's an easy, casual shrug, even in his tone, the statement so obvious to Esteban. It's not exactly an easy transformation to miss when it leaves him tall enough that crossing doorways is actually a worry now-- and will be until he shifts back. The horns, wings and tail are also a bit of an obvious tell.
"I just felt like stretchin' today," he adds, wondering if that's what his friend might mean. He did tell Rezo he was a half-elf, hadn't he? Oh-- wait-- he hadn't said for his other parent though.
"The train's too small," he adds, because he might as well keep going with that. "An' my wings itch somethin' fierce when I can't stretch them-- it's drivin' me crazy sometimes." A breath. "A lotta times. Like, nearly all of it." Oops. Now he's complaining.
"Dragon." He adds, unprompted, but feeling like he didn't need to state it. And yet, strangely nervous? Wait-- Rezo's world did have supernatural beings, didn't it? He wonders briefly if there's anything closer to what he looks like above his true parentage, and the words stumble out of his mouth before he can think too hard about that.
"It's why I was so curious 'bout yours. I love any story with dragons, since they're kinda extended family in some ways?" The chuffs of his laughter are clearly heard in the silence that surrounds them; the peace and quiet and warmth of the weather carriage. The tip of his tail rasps lightly against the stone by their feet, and there is a quick bounce to his knee that speaks more of nerves than the way Esteban's voice remains steady through it all.
"At least, that's how it is in my world." Dragons are the most selfish creatures that he knows of. And yet, they are family. Each and everyone of them. Siblings, bonded whether they have chosen to or not.