No stashing stone? Esteban's gaze is most assuredly fixed on Tidus' hands for a few seconds as he speaks, and he has to almost physically restrain the questions that are squeezing down his throat because for once-- once-- someone had the time to ask him a question amidst the deluge of his own, and he's not about to ignore them.
"'Dians; that's a bit complicated." The half-elf snickers, choosing to be amused at the question. "I'm havin' fun, an' everyone's super nice, so it's... warm." He mentions, trying to convey to his companion what he means. "But I do miss th' open road. An' the weather. An' the moons!"
That last one is even more important simply because the moons had been so integral to Esteban's understanding of time. The cycle of floods-no-floods had dictated his life far more often than not, and even without Eriat tidally locked overhead, he'd always seen her in the distance. But there were no moons here, and even less of any manner of open sky. He did miss that.
Had the Icegrass moved on to the Silver Moon month yet? He wasn't even sure. The months seemed... shorter here, somehow.
"But I can keep busy." It's not all that bad, after all. "Amaya's teachin' me how to sign, an' I've been practicin' my dances pretty much every day. Does make me miss my rope dart an' my staff though; I'm gettin' sick of my poi." Which, considering they were his favourite, said a lot about how this was getting to him.
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"'Dians; that's a bit complicated." The half-elf snickers, choosing to be amused at the question. "I'm havin' fun, an' everyone's super nice, so it's... warm." He mentions, trying to convey to his companion what he means. "But I do miss th' open road. An' the weather. An' the moons!"
That last one is even more important simply because the moons had been so integral to Esteban's understanding of time. The cycle of floods-no-floods had dictated his life far more often than not, and even without Eriat tidally locked overhead, he'd always seen her in the distance. But there were no moons here, and even less of any manner of open sky. He did miss that.
Had the Icegrass moved on to the Silver Moon month yet? He wasn't even sure. The months seemed... shorter here, somehow.
"But I can keep busy." It's not all that bad, after all. "Amaya's teachin' me how to sign, an' I've been practicin' my dances pretty much every day. Does make me miss my rope dart an' my staff though; I'm gettin' sick of my poi." Which, considering they were his favourite, said a lot about how this was getting to him.