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Avetlarinyarenesaar... Is currently trying to force herself to walk another few steps. She hasn't managed it, yet. Her reason for stopping was perfectly ordinary - check the address, make sure it was correct, be sure she was in the right place. She'd been quite sure, but there wasn't any downside to double checking, so she double checked. And triple checked. She stopped herself from quadruple checking, but she wanted to anyway. To - be sure that she was right. Yes. Not because she was procrastinating, or nervous, or thinking what am I going to say? She wanted to be sure that she was right.
Well. She's right. She checked three times, there's no doubt to it.
"Look," she mutters to herself, "I get it, it's scary, but deal. You are not allowed to - to -" To what? Go home? Maybe try to work up the courage later? Maybe try and avoid the shren house like so many other dragons?
It was a door. It's idiotic to be afraid of a door. Sure, there were shrens on the other side of it, but there could conceivably be shrens on the other side of lots of doors, some of them were in hiding, hair dye existed. Subtle colors existed. She could have been near shrens any number of times.
That - did not actually make her fear go away. Instead it makes her want to curl up in her little apartment and not go outside again.
Great. Okay. Stop that train of thought, it's not useful. If she stands here any longer, people are going to stare. (Is that person over there staring? Probably. Damn.) Just - door. Go. Walk.
She forces herself to walk to the door, somewhat stiffly. And then she is at the door. ... Does she knock? Does she just open it and go in? She has no idea. It's customary to knock, so... She takes a deep breath and does so. Resisting the urge to flee and teleport away (or scamper into the bushes) isn't easy, but she manages it.
And she brings the both of them to the bottom of the world!
"You'll need to be in natural form for the spell," she informs, "I don't know how it would react if you shifted while under it. You're welcome to check the area for dragons besides the obvious one, first."
She doesn't actually have a flight form that isn't her dragon form. She's not old enough to make commuting difficult, and leaving her options open is appealing. But she doesn't volunteer that information, it seems like it would be rude.
"You'll need to be in natural form for the spell," she informs, "I don't know how it would react if you shifted while under it. You're welcome to check the area for dragons besides the obvious one, first."
She doesn't actually have a flight form that isn't her dragon form. She's not old enough to make commuting difficult, and leaving her options open is appealing. But she doesn't volunteer that information, it seems like it would be rude.
Jensal performs a check as a peregrine. She lands and gives the all-clear and the copper shifts. Scales tumble to the ground in a clattering rain.
Avet takes a deep breath. She casts the analysis so she can see what will occur, then she casts the spell. Nothing horrible immediately happens. The spell does exactly what it's supposed to. Definitely temporary, but it should let him...
"Fly," she murmurs.
(Oh no what if it all goes horribly wrong...)
"Fly," she murmurs.
(Oh no what if it all goes horribly wrong...)
He spreads his wings. He flaps.
He is not graceful in the air.
But he gets off the ground.
Jensal holds her breath.
He is not graceful in the air.
But he gets off the ground.
Jensal holds her breath.
Avet doesn't have anything in particular to say. Nothing has gone horribly wrong. Nothing at all. It's. Working.
She. She just made a shren fly.
Holy shit.
"We. Still don't know if it fixes esu," she squeaks, wide eyed but trying to maintain some hint of professionalism. "Or if the spell can be ended safely. Ready, or do you - want more time...?"
She. She just made a shren fly.
Holy shit.
"We. Still don't know if it fixes esu," she squeaks, wide eyed but trying to maintain some hint of professionalism. "Or if the spell can be ended safely. Ready, or do you - want more time...?"
"Right, yes, sorry," she agrees, blinking. Off goes the spell.
... Nothing horrible happens there, either.
Avet grins. "To the house?"
She holds out her hand for teleportation.
... Nothing horrible happens there, either.
Avet grins. "To the house?"
She holds out her hand for teleportation.
And then they are in the house.
Avet motions to Jensal to lead on. She doesn't know the house. She could conceivably follow the screaming, but she's worried it'll get her lost.
Avet motions to Jensal to lead on. She doesn't know the house. She could conceivably follow the screaming, but she's worried it'll get her lost.
Jensal leads her to the babies room. It is indeed in the direction of the screaming. Jensal presents her with a gold baby.
Jensal tells the baby to fly.
And she does.
Jensal then gets a ruby baby to go next. (The remaining babies are all suddenly very excited.)
And she does.
Jensal then gets a ruby baby to go next. (The remaining babies are all suddenly very excited.)
"Whisper spell's faster," says Avet, and she casts one, and she says to Ehail, "It works, esu's fixed, we're in the room with the babies -"
Ehail teleports to Jensal's office and then hurries out to the babies' room and offers Avet her hand.
And Ehail teleports them and they are in a different room of screaming babies, minded by a jade man who blinks at them. Ehail finds the largest baby and gives her to Avet.
"I've been to Gibryel," she says, "I can fly to Tenebirokalamikikek from there, are you willing to grab a teleportation circle to Corenta and grab it yourself? Faster that way, though I might be able to find a wizard that can teleport me to both countries -"
"No, it's not -" She retrieves paper and a writing utensil, and writes down the spell, and hands it to Ehail. "Would have mailed it, kind of was in a rush. Questions before I teleport and start flying, or...?"