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Avet... has found herself annoyed. She has only one form. This isn't the problem, but this is what led to her noticing the problem. There is no way to preview what a dragon will look like. There are species books of birds and bugs and animals - but some of them are sub-par on noting where the dragon's colors go, and miscellaneous gods that she doesn't worship help you if you want to see what your color will look like on the form.
She is going to solve this problem. By taking some surveys. As in, grab photo paper, gather up a list of lines to go visit, and then knock on some doors and ask some questions and create a book series that organizes all possible forms, all known forms, what known lines look like in the forms - that sort of thing.
She starts with blue groups, because blue groups have the most available forms - she's gotten all of the big lines (well, all of the big lines that gave her the time of day) and is on the smaller ones. The ones with only one or two people. Or, in some cases, none.
This particular one's easier than some others; she doesn't need to fly to another country. It's Esmaar. She flies to the address of one 'Avar,' no line name. Apparently he had one and had some kind of explosive spat about it and gave it up. Not that it's her business. He's just another person for her survey.
She knocks on his door.
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"I lived with one form for most of my life," she points out wryly. "I just - generally acted like a human who could occasionally shapeshift into a dragon. Now that I have three I'm not sure I'll even be inclined to use them much - though now that I have merfolk I might go travel to some underwater cities and see what they're like." She shrugs. "Personally between ten forms and empathy, I'd stick with what I have. I occasionally need to cheat." She snorts. "During my surveying I needed empathy to figure out why a gold was smiling at me in a particular way, I was so confused. Turns out, he was propositioning me. Shapeshifting wouldn't have saved me there."
shrennaki
"...Was that by any chance my cousin Aurin? That sounds very much like my cousin Aurin."
shrennaki
"Eh. He's a little indiscriminate, but I promise he notices individual characteristics. I've had to listen to him go on about them often enough. But no, seriously, much as I may tease him for how enthusiastically he likes girls, the word is like" (sincerely appreciate in a friendly warm interpersonal way; noncentral connotational overtones of romance), "not just vaguely-want-to-sleep-with."
"Good to know. I take back my snark, then. It was admittedly a little unfair - I've had exactly one conversation with him, after all."
shrennaki
"Aurin's a good cousin. And not just in that he passes the 'willing to acknowledge my existence' test, although that alone sets him above our grandfather."
"I'm glad to hear it. He just - left an impression. It wasn't entirely positive." Pause. "And your grandfather has no idea what he's missing out on, more fool him."
shrennaki
Avet goes home; Mial quietly solicits research data from his mother, who just as quietly returns him some circumspectly worded notes after a few days. That pins down the magic section for declining to have children. The chart is looking just about as complete as it's going to get.
It is not immediately clear how to proceed.
It is not immediately clear how to proceed.
They'll keep at it, anyway.
But first: on a non-Chenen day, Mial gets a letter from a certain survey dragon.
But first: on a non-Chenen day, Mial gets a letter from a certain survey dragon.
Hey, I finished the books. Want to come over and judge/give feedback/super judge them before I finalize them?
I mean, I'd be fine in a few degrees, but I have a few angles if you need a bit. Or we can do it on another day where we're both free.
She doesn't bother with a reply, and instead teleports to his house and knocks on his door.
Once the door is closed, teleport!
And then they are at Avet's apartment. She didn't bother dropping them outside and then opening the door, and instead they are in her living room. It's - slightly a mess, there are papers everywhere, but the apartment itself is nice.
As promised, there are three completed books of various forms. They are laid out in a very sane and rational manner, organized by form type, then color group. It's very orderly.
And then they are at Avet's apartment. She didn't bother dropping them outside and then opening the door, and instead they are in her living room. It's - slightly a mess, there are papers everywhere, but the apartment itself is nice.
As promised, there are three completed books of various forms. They are laid out in a very sane and rational manner, organized by form type, then color group. It's very orderly.
shrennaki
"Very tidy. I would've gone nuts over this when I was seventy or so and doing intensive research to pick out my next bunch of forms."
"Thank you! Pity I can't go back in time and hand it to you then. But someone else can use it now. I'll likely have to make more editions later, keep it updated, but that won't be as hard as..." She waves a hand at the books. "This."