The half-elf blinks lightly at the small Wyvern's claim-- but it sort of makes sense? Oh-- wait-- are his wings underdeveloped? Is that a thing? Damn-- that's probably a bit--

"Sorry?" he asks lightly. "I was just-- I mean." Hmm. Words, Esteban. Words would be nice right about now. "I was wondering which stage of growth you're at. Hatchling, Hookling, Sproutling?" he prompts-- but it hits him that this is not likely to be a common term. Just because he himself has grown up with the concept wrapped up around his growth does not mean it's a standard across all species.

He really should have known that by now, to be honest. It's just-- it's a baby dragon! How can he not fall into well-trodden paths? He'd been actually glad to meet someone that might know what he means after all, but his enthusiasm seems to have gotten the better of him here.

And yet, he wouldn't be Esteban if he didn't immediately use it to pester the baby dragon with questions.

"Do you have stages like those? What stage are you at?" Wait-- that sounds kind of invasive a bit, doesn't it? "I'm a Soarwing myself."

Uh... maybe he shouldn't have mentioned that either, now that he thinks about it.