He's picked the ocean blue, on account of it being lighter than the purple, but that's about as far as he's gotten, watching her in turn write down her own alphabet. It's fascinating to see, simply because it is so different from his own, and entirely strange in its familiarity. Like staring up at a sky full of stars he knows, but hearing about constellations he's never seen among them before.
Oh, he hadn't even thought about asking for the numbers, but he can see her writing them at the bottom! It brings a smile to his face that she's adding her own notes to this, a push further that he had not expected. It's an encouragement, to have her not only come along, but participate as well into his new project. It warms him; a summer sun caught between his ribs.
It makes him all the more determined, and Esteban is careful when he applies the pen to the paper, making his writing as large and clear as he can, while still keeping the smooth lines he's practiced over the years. Draconic, Elvish, and Common, one after the other. A decent space remains at the bottom, but he wants to practice it first before he tries to use her own writing system-- he doesn't hope to be nearly as steady with it.
{Thank you} Words are so hard, sometimes. They say too little for the fullness of the feeling, of wanting to say how much this matters to him. He can press his friendships in between the pages like this, look back years from now, and still find the hands of the friends he's made. It's bumped up his journal to something far more precious than he can truly explain.
This time, he picks a plain paper for practice, and tries to imitate her with her letters. He's much slower at it, and his writing is crooked the first time around. The "a" he recognizes from his own name, and the "m" he spots along in the alphabet she wrote down. He finishes it with a bit of trouble, before showing her the paper, sketch first, and asking {Good?} with raised eyebrows.
just to make sure, are they different alphabets entirely, or just different writing styles?
Oh, he hadn't even thought about asking for the numbers, but he can see her writing them at the bottom! It brings a smile to his face that she's adding her own notes to this, a push further that he had not expected. It's an encouragement, to have her not only come along, but participate as well into his new project. It warms him; a summer sun caught between his ribs.
It makes him all the more determined, and Esteban is careful when he applies the pen to the paper, making his writing as large and clear as he can, while still keeping the smooth lines he's practiced over the years. Draconic, Elvish, and Common, one after the other. A decent space remains at the bottom, but he wants to practice it first before he tries to use her own writing system-- he doesn't hope to be nearly as steady with it.
{Thank you} Words are so hard, sometimes. They say too little for the fullness of the feeling, of wanting to say how much this matters to him. He can press his friendships in between the pages like this, look back years from now, and still find the hands of the friends he's made. It's bumped up his journal to something far more precious than he can truly explain.
This time, he picks a plain paper for practice, and tries to imitate her with her letters. He's much slower at it, and his writing is crooked the first time around. The "a" he recognizes from his own name, and the "m" he spots along in the alphabet she wrote down. He finishes it with a bit of trouble, before showing her the paper, sketch first, and asking {Good?} with raised eyebrows.