"Siebren? Did they use gravity-controls all that much?" Esteban asks a little curiously curling happily around the bench in a mini Snapper barrier. From his other wing, a small leather-bound book drops down, and his little chicken-scrawny legs carefully gather it close until his ribcage rests atop it, like a particularly scaly brooding hen.
He teases the little plant-dragon lightly while her trainer is dancing a foot or two in the air, trying to get his bearings. Little nuzzles that bring her attention back onto him instead of Kaiba, probably much to her annoyance. He doesn't stick to it for too long, however, as his back starts itching worse and worse, causing his wings to roll and his tail to twitch in annoyance. His own thoughts snap back when Kaiba asks him if he's alright.
"Hmm." His ears shift about his head, and he shakes it lightly, before stretching, but it seems even his aether is emptying out to keep the transformation steady. The dragon stands, limbs shaking a bit, but still steady enough for now. "Yeah-- well, my turn to shift back. Hang on."
He takes one last glance at Kaiba to make sure he's with Snapper and she's not about to fall off the bench, before he goes around the lion statue, his form disappearing into the sheltered nook.
The transformation isn't... very pleasant. His bones don't need to shift that much usually, don't need to grow and expand and shorten and entire vertebrae vanishing from his neck. It's not pleasant, but for Esteban, it's nothing more than a slight sting, a shimmer of aether that shudders through him and sets things to right. Two, three deep breaths have him steady again, and he's quick to pull on the clothes that fit on him in his strange state.
Esteban just cannot feel self-conscious about not wearing a shirt. Not only is it not in his nature to be shy, but his wings just make that impossible, so he's carrying it in a hand when he approaches his friend, glancing at each end of the garden to make absolutely sure that they are alone.
He trusts Kaiba. But he's not that comfortable with the idea that someone might freak out at seeing him like this. Esteban loathes it when people get scared of him.
And there is reason enough to be scared. With his misshapen feet, he towers even higher than his usual height, imposing in stature alone even without the wings that span from each side of him. Impossibly long and finned, with vicious talons at the joint, they could reach across the entire carriage easily, if he wished to trap someone. Instead, they flutter at his back gently, a sort of tiny, back and forth swaying motion that mirrors his tail's fan.
But it is still Esteban underneath the horns that adorn his forehead. It's still Esteban in his mostly-humanoid shape, his ears having grown more points, as if they were trying to be finned, but couldn't get the length for it. It's still Esteban who glances at him, blue eyes that gleam like shiny coins, and a smile that lifts the corners of his lips as his chin juts out towards his friend.
"So? How'm I lookin'?" he asks, and the way he shapes his words is the same, the sort of casual speech pattern that had been missing in his draconian form.
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He teases the little plant-dragon lightly while her trainer is dancing a foot or two in the air, trying to get his bearings. Little nuzzles that bring her attention back onto him instead of Kaiba, probably much to her annoyance. He doesn't stick to it for too long, however, as his back starts itching worse and worse, causing his wings to roll and his tail to twitch in annoyance. His own thoughts snap back when Kaiba asks him if he's alright.
"Hmm." His ears shift about his head, and he shakes it lightly, before stretching, but it seems even his aether is emptying out to keep the transformation steady. The dragon stands, limbs shaking a bit, but still steady enough for now. "Yeah-- well, my turn to shift back. Hang on."
He takes one last glance at Kaiba to make sure he's with Snapper and she's not about to fall off the bench, before he goes around the lion statue, his form disappearing into the sheltered nook.
The transformation isn't... very pleasant. His bones don't need to shift that much usually, don't need to grow and expand and shorten and entire vertebrae vanishing from his neck. It's not pleasant, but for Esteban, it's nothing more than a slight sting, a shimmer of aether that shudders through him and sets things to right. Two, three deep breaths have him steady again, and he's quick to pull on the clothes that fit on him in his strange state.
Esteban just cannot feel self-conscious about not wearing a shirt. Not only is it not in his nature to be shy, but his wings just make that impossible, so he's carrying it in a hand when he approaches his friend, glancing at each end of the garden to make absolutely sure that they are alone.
He trusts Kaiba. But he's not that comfortable with the idea that someone might freak out at seeing him like this. Esteban loathes it when people get scared of him.
And there is reason enough to be scared. With his misshapen feet, he towers even higher than his usual height, imposing in stature alone even without the wings that span from each side of him. Impossibly long and finned, with vicious talons at the joint, they could reach across the entire carriage easily, if he wished to trap someone. Instead, they flutter at his back gently, a sort of tiny, back and forth swaying motion that mirrors his tail's fan.
But it is still Esteban underneath the horns that adorn his forehead. It's still Esteban in his mostly-humanoid shape, his ears having grown more points, as if they were trying to be finned, but couldn't get the length for it. It's still Esteban who glances at him, blue eyes that gleam like shiny coins, and a smile that lifts the corners of his lips as his chin juts out towards his friend.
"So? How'm I lookin'?" he asks, and the way he shapes his words is the same, the sort of casual speech pattern that had been missing in his draconian form.