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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.
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"Is there a light nearby?" wonders Avet. "I don't want to drop him out of the air but kind of important -"
"I can't bring him to a light," exclaims the mother. "Myak! Land at once!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO HAVE TO FLY!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO HAVE TO FLY!"
"Right. Of course," she sighs.
Eyetwitch.
"I can make you stop flying, I do not want to hurt you, but other babies are suffering."
Eyetwitch.
"I can make you stop flying, I do not want to hurt you, but other babies are suffering."
"NO DON'T MAKE IT GO BACK TO HURTING MORE NO I FLY I FLY LOOK I FLY!" wails the baby.
"You will not hurt when you stop flying. I will be back to let you fly later. You will not hurt again. No more hurting for anyone. Ever."
"LYING," hollers the baby.
"For goodness' sake, Myak!"
"For goodness' sake, Myak!"
Avet is officially through arguing with a baby. The stakes are too fucking high.
She judges the height of the baby, recalls times when she's crashed from higher without injury, and casts the spell's reversal.
She judges the height of the baby, recalls times when she's crashed from higher without injury, and casts the spell's reversal.
The baby screams and divebombs an ottoman. His mother scoops him up.
"Sorry," she says. And then she teleports away, to the spot where she can fly to the next location.
Myak is by far her most obstinate patient.
Good. She's very happy about that.
Eventually she is out of addresses.
She whispers to Ehail that she's finished hers, then goes to retrieve the crystal to her line rep. To actually explain the thing she just did.
Eventually she is out of addresses.
She whispers to Ehail that she's finished hers, then goes to retrieve the crystal to her line rep. To actually explain the thing she just did.
Her line rep doesn't love having to talk about shrens, but agrees to forward this information up.
Her line rep can suck it up.
With that out of the way, she teleports back to the Esmaar shren house to tiredly inform Jensal that all shren babies have been reset. Because no one but her seems to tell Jensal anything directly.
With that out of the way, she teleports back to the Esmaar shren house to tiredly inform Jensal that all shren babies have been reset. Because no one but her seems to tell Jensal anything directly.
"Thank you for letting me know," says Jensal. "Should we expect you back here at some point?"
Nod, nod. "I will work out a schedule when I am less. Exhausted. I'll distribute the spell, as well. Publish, maybe. Thought you should know before I curl up and sleep for a week."
"Go home and sleep," advises Jensal.
"That," she says with a grin, "is really great advice."
She teleports straight to her room, falls in a bed-wards direction, and...
Sweet, blessed, delightful sleep. No obstinate babies that she has to drop out of the sky. No flying all over creation for hours.
Sleep.
She assumes that someone will contact her if she missed a shren. She - second guesses that assumption, calls her line rep again, apologizes for the subject matter, and asks very politely for parents of home shrens to please contact her if she missed them. Via mail, not through the line rep, so the line rep doesn't have to, 'Deal with this upsetting subject matter.' She doesn't think that, or anywhere close, but she doesn't want to burn bridges with Dragon Island. She'll - think of something better than mail. Eventually.
There are no mail-based interruptions of the emergency kind. She has several glorious days off. And then she pulls herself out of her rest, and goes to sort out scheduling for esu resets so no shren baby has to suffer through it again. She doesn't charge anything for an esu reset for babies. She - realizes that she should probably capitalize on the fact that she's got the market for shrens that want to fly almost entirely cornered. She snorts and doesn't do that thing, and publishes the spell publicly. Any competent wizard can cast it, if they care to look it up. Other dragons will make faces at her, but her explanation for it's an innocent, 'I think it's important to share research so that a miracle can eventually be achieved.' Really, she wants shrens to be able to fly. For fun. Not just because of horrific pain from esu.
Apparently she is the known expert on dragon magic now. That's. Sort of weird, actually. How did that happen? Well. She can't complain, people are still donating her money. She keeps at studying dragon magic. She answers questions about it when asked, she shows up when called by the dragon council. Not because she likes them, but because she genuinely has stopped trusting them to competently run things and is quietly convinced that if she doesn't show up to spot large glaring mistakes something will be on fire when she next looks. If she's supposed to be the expert in it, she's going to actually be the expert. She doesn't bring up Ehail, per Ehail's wishes, but she keeps writing to her. Maybe they can solve more of dragon magic's bullshit. Maybe they can figure out a way to get more dragon magic to exist. Maybe they can figure out how to turn non-dragons into dragons.
Maybe, just maybe, they can cure shrens. Eventually. With creative application of magic.
She beat the door. What's a miracle in comparison?
She teleports straight to her room, falls in a bed-wards direction, and...
Sweet, blessed, delightful sleep. No obstinate babies that she has to drop out of the sky. No flying all over creation for hours.
Sleep.
She assumes that someone will contact her if she missed a shren. She - second guesses that assumption, calls her line rep again, apologizes for the subject matter, and asks very politely for parents of home shrens to please contact her if she missed them. Via mail, not through the line rep, so the line rep doesn't have to, 'Deal with this upsetting subject matter.' She doesn't think that, or anywhere close, but she doesn't want to burn bridges with Dragon Island. She'll - think of something better than mail. Eventually.
There are no mail-based interruptions of the emergency kind. She has several glorious days off. And then she pulls herself out of her rest, and goes to sort out scheduling for esu resets so no shren baby has to suffer through it again. She doesn't charge anything for an esu reset for babies. She - realizes that she should probably capitalize on the fact that she's got the market for shrens that want to fly almost entirely cornered. She snorts and doesn't do that thing, and publishes the spell publicly. Any competent wizard can cast it, if they care to look it up. Other dragons will make faces at her, but her explanation for it's an innocent, 'I think it's important to share research so that a miracle can eventually be achieved.' Really, she wants shrens to be able to fly. For fun. Not just because of horrific pain from esu.
Apparently she is the known expert on dragon magic now. That's. Sort of weird, actually. How did that happen? Well. She can't complain, people are still donating her money. She keeps at studying dragon magic. She answers questions about it when asked, she shows up when called by the dragon council. Not because she likes them, but because she genuinely has stopped trusting them to competently run things and is quietly convinced that if she doesn't show up to spot large glaring mistakes something will be on fire when she next looks. If she's supposed to be the expert in it, she's going to actually be the expert. She doesn't bring up Ehail, per Ehail's wishes, but she keeps writing to her. Maybe they can solve more of dragon magic's bullshit. Maybe they can figure out a way to get more dragon magic to exist. Maybe they can figure out how to turn non-dragons into dragons.
Maybe, just maybe, they can cure shrens. Eventually. With creative application of magic.
She beat the door. What's a miracle in comparison?
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