Goodseed's wonder at the languages being directly translated has Esteban beam, throwing his arms wide.

"Isn' it great?" He asks, but he realizes the small wyvern isn't quite done with his thoughts, and he has to slow himself down. The mention of a rolled scroll confuses him for a bit, the Waterfall City makes him wonder for the being before him-- what sort of city it is; how it is built-- and yep. He really shouldn't have mentioned Soarwing stages. He grins anyways, shrugging an easy shoulder.

"Yeah! Well; Soarwing's the dragon's word for an adult. I just thought 't might be familiar t' you?" He brushes the concern aside, far more eager to get any new nugget of information from his companion.

"D'you collect y'r knowledge up in rolled scrolls? Is that what you meant? What's the Waterfall City like? Why's it named that? How's it--" He visibly swallows a dozen more questions, shifting ever so slightly away from the small wyvern because his enthusiasm was getting him quite readily in the tall being's space, bit by bit. Little forwards movements, his arms wavering as he got maybe a little too close.

No don't overwhelm anyone, Esteban! It's not polite!