"Yes! But 'cross the entire sky!" It usually faded away pretty fast at least, giving more colours to the drab month, and tying the Silver Moons moniker an even deeper meaning. "It's very pretty!~ Wish I could show you~"

There's... a lot of things Esteban wishes he could show everyone on the train; moons and lights and dances and festivities. He wouldn't quite be able to say that he misses these from home, and the nostalgia isn't such a sharp knife anymore. In the first month, recalling a particular feature of his world made him miss it just because it wasn't at his fingertips anymore, but now he's dealing better with the homesickness, and it's not as prevalent.

"Anyways-- Since Eriat's mainly made outta water, an' throwin' it out in the sky ever so often, I was thinkin' that some of it gets caught in the void, an' the train gathers it up an' makes it into snow for us!" There! Full circle!