"They could visit."

"They don't."

"And that makes me angry with Draconic."

"Some dragons keep their shrens. Or take them back when they can shapeshift, even if they don't want to face a whole houseful of us."

"Probably less than would if they didn't have that horrid thing shrieking in their heads...am I being insensitive, this is technically your language too even if it hates you."

Shrug.

"What happens to the kids who don't get picked up?"

"We stay in the house until we grow up, and then some move out, some stay put."

"No one else ever adopts them?"

"Almost - almost never."

"Why not?"

"We take just as long as dragons do to grow up."

"I don't think I heard about dragons taking a long time to grow up."

"Two hundred years hatching to full adulthood."

"Oh. So no one has both the criteria of 'willing to deal with that length of childhood' and 'doesn't have Draconic installed in their brain'."

"Yeah."

She looks at the kids. "Maybe in a few hundred years," she murmurs.

"...maybe what?"

"I'm twenty-one, I'm not interested in being a parent just yet, and it would be weird to parent someone older than I am, and I think I could handle spending a couple of centuries--oh right you don't have any de-aging magic here. My kind of magic can de-age people. I fully intend to be around for the next foreseeable ever."

"Oh. We usually know if their parents are going to get them when they're twenty."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Do you need me for anything else?"

"I don't think so."

"Thank you again," says Ehail, and she teleports away.