"What's a Dolphinback?" He'd never heard this, not even from his aunts, and the term seems just peculiar enough. Something he sort of understands, but not without more context. A bit like Soarwing, he guesses. There's a note about Skybax and riders and a rolled scroll--
"Oh~" There's a moment where Esteban wonders at his own idioms, but he's better off not using them so quickly after his light blunder. Besides, he's more curious as to the little dragon's words. "You-- wanna bring me to the Waterfall city?"
Surprise startles him, before he understands that the little dragon hadn't been talking about a person in this situation, so much as a situation; a bit of a twist in his own idiom. He'd be disappointed, if he didn't also understand-- it's not usual that people invite him over as soon as he meets them. And neither has he ever invited anyone in particular.
He's thankfully quiet as Goodseed describes the Waterfall city, though the mention of celebrations perks him right up. Quiet he may be, but he's practically vibrating with words he is trying hard to hold back until his friend is done with what he can describe of his home. Esteban makes a mental note to try and help him refine his words, the way Melchor would have, but he's not certain where to begin.
The last sentence-- he's not sure if it's directed at him, or just an odd musing. So; Goodseed is a bit older than he first thought. There is... so much to say with what he's just learned, and it's difficult to find a starting point and a second point, then a third. He'll have to be patient, no matter how hard it is for Esteban, as question upon question piles up against his throat.
"What makes it hard t' speak Saurian? C'ld I try to learn it? My voice goes really deep!" he cheers, adding one more to the list before he can stop himself.
"No-- wait-- Dolphinbacks." First. Things. First. You can do it, Esteban! Just give the not-so-young, not-so-wyvern time! Patience is a virtue! One he sucks at, but he will get there!
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"Oh~" There's a moment where Esteban wonders at his own idioms, but he's better off not using them so quickly after his light blunder. Besides, he's more curious as to the little dragon's words. "You-- wanna bring me to the Waterfall city?"
Surprise startles him, before he understands that the little dragon hadn't been talking about a person in this situation, so much as a situation; a bit of a twist in his own idiom. He'd be disappointed, if he didn't also understand-- it's not usual that people invite him over as soon as he meets them. And neither has he ever invited anyone in particular.
He's thankfully quiet as Goodseed describes the Waterfall city, though the mention of celebrations perks him right up. Quiet he may be, but he's practically vibrating with words he is trying hard to hold back until his friend is done with what he can describe of his home. Esteban makes a mental note to try and help him refine his words, the way Melchor would have, but he's not certain where to begin.
The last sentence-- he's not sure if it's directed at him, or just an odd musing. So; Goodseed is a bit older than he first thought. There is... so much to say with what he's just learned, and it's difficult to find a starting point and a second point, then a third. He'll have to be patient, no matter how hard it is for Esteban, as question upon question piles up against his throat.
"What makes it hard t' speak Saurian? C'ld I try to learn it? My voice goes really deep!" he cheers, adding one more to the list before he can stop himself.
"No-- wait-- Dolphinbacks." First. Things. First. You can do it, Esteban! Just give the not-so-young, not-so-wyvern time! Patience is a virtue! One he sucks at, but he will get there!