[Estinien nods, though it's a shallow one. He's certainly aware of his surroundings--he can't not be, but it doesn't change that lack of awareness isn't quite his issue.
He opens his mouth to say something--but a wholly familiar feeling rips through him like a jolt, and he praises Halone that he's facing Alphinaud. Because, in the next moment his curse is making an uninvited appearance in the form of a tail forming from seemingly no where.
Estinien holds still, hoping that the sounding thud against the counter, and the shake to his glass isn't all that obvious. The visual is hidden well enough behind him. For the time being, anyways.
Estinien stays silent though, because what does one say when a dragon tail just appears out of your ass? Or, rather, above it.]
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He opens his mouth to say something--but a wholly familiar feeling rips through him like a jolt, and he praises Halone that he's facing Alphinaud. Because, in the next moment his curse is making an uninvited appearance in the form of a tail forming from seemingly no where.
Estinien holds still, hoping that the sounding thud against the counter, and the shake to his glass isn't all that obvious. The visual is hidden well enough behind him. For the time being, anyways.
Estinien stays silent though, because what does one say when a dragon tail just appears out of your ass? Or, rather, above it.]