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Ehail blinks, when she finds the bar instead of her room.
She goes in.
She looks out the window, at the exploding things.
"I don't think this is my planet," she observes to herself, tucking silver hair behind her ear.
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"They'll panic like headless chickens because the only reason I have the crystal is so if necessary I can warn them about rogue shrens. But they'll listen when you tell them why you're calling."
nonbird
"Hmm," he repeats. He takes the crystal and strikes it. (Magically speaking it is extremely straightforward and, despite what he called it earlier, its method of operation is not really very mysterious at all.)
The voice on the other end, predictably enough, doesn't answer in English.
nonbird
"Hi! I'm a miracle distributor and I would like a list of all the home shrens so I can go turn them into dragons. I have already done it for everyone on this iceberg."
"...You're Quaro's miracle-worker, huh?" says the fellow from the dragon council.
"Can you prove it?"
nonbird
"I am at this very moment looking at eighteen baby ex-shrens happily flying around. They are extremely cute. Would you like to come see them for yourself, or did you have some other kind of proof in mind?"
"...I'll send someone to have a look. In the meantime I can give out the addresses regardless - you just want the ones under twenty or all the juveniles with known whereabouts?"
nonbird
"That depends on how many there are. Definitely the ones under twenty, but if the rest are a very long list then I should probably wait to get to them until I've dragoned all the little ones and then gone and told them about it."
"Right then..." The dragon starts listing various addresses; he renders numbers into English where applicable but most of the rest of it is in an assortment of other languages.
nonbird
Lazarus decides that the most obvious way to keep them all straight would be to teleport to each one as the dragon lists them. One, two, three, four, five - with those still fresh in his mind, he makes a wish - six, seven, eight...
"...Noets, Drast. That's the last one," concludes the dragon. "Is that everything besides the person en route to inspecting the site of the violets' house?"
nonbird
"Yes, I think so," he says, making the wish for these three. "Thank you!"
Oh, and he's gone and teleported away with Quaro's minimally mysterious speaking crystal. He returns to the iceberg. Now that he's been to all eight stray shren baby locations, he shouldn't have any trouble going back to them to explain things.
Oh, and he's gone and teleported away with Quaro's minimally mysterious speaking crystal. He returns to the iceberg. Now that he's been to all eight stray shren baby locations, he shouldn't have any trouble going back to them to explain things.
Quaro's not there anymore. Perhaps he has disappeared into the iceberg to share the news, since there are now some larger dragons in the air too.
nonbird
Lazarus decides that he can return the crystal later. Or maybe borrow paper and pen from someone to leave it on the ledge with a note. Just dropping it there seems impolite somehow.
He teleports to the house of the oldest out of those eight baby ex-shrens.
He teleports to the house of the oldest out of those eight baby ex-shrens.
It's a house. It's very remote; this appears to be a farm of some kind.
nonbird
That's only logical.
He goes up to the door, wonders if people knock on doors in this world, and decides that the presumably-adult dragon inside is close enough that he doesn't have to. "Hello!" he calls through it. "I'm a miracle worker from another world and I just turned your baby shren into a dragon!"
He goes up to the door, wonders if people knock on doors in this world, and decides that the presumably-adult dragon inside is close enough that he doesn't have to. "Hello!" he calls through it. "I'm a miracle worker from another world and I just turned your baby shren into a dragon!"
Someone answers the door; she's got matte black hair that matches her baby's scales where he's sniffling in her arms. "I beg your pardon?" she says. She looks like it's possible that she hasn't had a good night's sleep in days.
nonbird
"I am a miracle worker from another world and I just turned your baby shren into a dragon," he repeats. "He can fly now."
The woman blinks at him tiredly.
The baby, on the other hand, understands too, and scrambles out of his mother's arms and flaps up to a ceiling decoration, to which he clings, giggling.
The baby, on the other hand, understands too, and scrambles out of his mother's arms and flaps up to a ceiling decoration, to which he clings, giggling.
nonbird
"See?" says Lazarus. "I hope you get some sleep soon! Bye!"
And he's off to the next oldest baby.
And he's off to the next oldest baby.
The rest of them are more or less like this, though the ones with two parents present tend to have at least one lucid enough to make perfunctory thankful conversation.
nonbird
He waves goodbye to the youngest baby and returns to the iceberg ledge to see if Quaro or anyone who might be willing to give Quaro his crystal back is nearby.
There are more dragons in the air now. One of them could be Quaro; it's kind of hard to tell.