[ Already he's unimpressed with his situation. "You are jesting," he's said incredulously several times already. "You think me a fool to think that having a small animal around will not hamper me," he says at least twice.

His complaints are probably why he gets a dog-sized dragon dumped into his arms—which he promptly drops onto the floor in shock. The dog...dragon... doesn't seem to mind, though, and is quick to drool all over his new lance. Eight feet in length, it's a sour replica of what he's used to (or he's just complaining again) but it'll do.

The dragon seems to like it, and as they walk it takes every opportunity to bit at the end of the lance. ]

Enough of that!

[ He's tempted to point the lance at the creature, but... he's showing restraint. ]

[ Parade? He thinks not. Estinien finds the darkest corner possible on the float and crosses his arms while he hides. Celebrations? He can't be found easily, appearing only when he needs to, and never in areas too crowded. Honestly, his aversion is probably making him stand out more.

However, after failing to get him to dance, a child has managed to get him to one of the stalls. You have to give the kid credit for approaching the giant elf man who was clearly hiding away... so he agreed. He'll win them one prize and they'll leave him alone to do... whatever it is that he should be doing.

Something that's not a waste of time, which is what he thinks this entire day has been. ]

My skills are honed with a lance, not a bow. [ The child doesn't seem to care and Estinien is sighing before picking up one of the bows. He knows how to use one, even if it's not his weapon of choice, and quickly examines it before taking aim. ] If I don't strike true, you are not to tell a soul.

[ He's joking?? Mostly. ]

[ Training, now this is something he can understand. Finally he doesn't feel like he's wasting precious time; his body is more sluggish than normal and he hates it. The lance isn't his own, but it weighs enough and feels usable.

The cold doesn't affect him; Ishgard has been in a state of winter (or near winter on a good day) for too long now. He can be found twirling the lance easily in his hands with clear skill. It's not perfect, and something is blocking most of his skills, but it's still a weapon he's familiar with. If you want to challenge him, he'll be up for it.

Or he'll just practice his motions and stances in silence, away from everyone else. Like usual. ]

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