There is a tiny wyvern here. There's a tiny wyvern, and Esteban can already feel his spirit lifting from the familiarity of a creature he has some knowledge over. He still gets startled when it talks to him, not expecting it, but he's glad nonetheless. There is... some comfort in the familiar form.

"Breathe deep, seek peace." Esteban repeats, a little curious, and pretty enthusiastic at the greeting. It's a lovely one, and he's grinning as he watches the strange being in front of him.

"You're very articulate for a hatchling," he adds in his curiosity, not even really conscious of the change in language. He blinks at the large legs that bear the small 'dragon's' weight, as opposed to his wings-limbs. He doesn't seem to be able to develop the muscles necessary for flight. And the talking is a surprise-- he'd never met a talking wyvern before.

"Oh! I'm Esteban!" he adds easily, grinning at his new friend. "It's nice to meet you!~"