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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," she begins. Then she is interrupted by a sniffle. She rubs at her eye, like it itches. "No. No it isn't."
Does she?
She considers. Does she want a hug from anyone? No. Does she want a hug from Mial? ... Yes. Surprisingly.
"Yes," she says, in a very small voice.
She considers. Does she want a hug from anyone? No. Does she want a hug from Mial? ... Yes. Surprisingly.
"Yes," she says, in a very small voice.
shrennaki
Mial goes over and hugs her.
"If you would like more fluff with your hug, I remind you about my snow leopard form."
"If you would like more fluff with your hug, I remind you about my snow leopard form."
She returns the hug.
"That, that depends," she murmurs, sniffling again. "Which form do you, mind the, the least to get drenched? Because I am, probably, going to cry on you."
"That, that depends," she murmurs, sniffling again. "Which form do you, mind the, the least to get drenched? Because I am, probably, going to cry on you."
"Leopard, then. And we should, should move to the couch. Instead of awkwardly standing at the door." Sniffle. "Who knows, if I'm this close to it, I might be tempted to answer it again, and, and obviously that is wrong, to answer one's door. How dare I."
She follows, and sits, and then she reconsiders, and quickly darts up to snag a packet of tissues from a nearby table, before sitting back down.
Then she proceeds to cry on him.
Then she proceeds to cry on him.
Good, good.
Eventually the sobs subside to occasional sniffles.
"Why are people stupid," she murmurs. "Why don't they have easily-to-spot signs that say, 'I am a lizard' or the, the equivalent."
Eventually the sobs subside to occasional sniffles.
"Why are people stupid," she murmurs. "Why don't they have easily-to-spot signs that say, 'I am a lizard' or the, the equivalent."
shrennaki
"Beats me," says Mial. Fluffy snuggles. "I can't get blindsided quite that hard, because I don't go around pretending to be a dragon so there's a limit to how long somebody can avoid noticing, but I've still had some moments."
"Ugh." She snuggles him, some more. He's slightly damp, but still fluffy. More importantly, he's Mial. "Sorry that you did."
"I, felt ashamed," she confides, sounding disdainful. "As if, as if I was in the wrong for, for, I don't even know, it wasn't a logical response, just. Ugh."
"I, felt ashamed," she confides, sounding disdainful. "As if, as if I was in the wrong for, for, I don't even know, it wasn't a logical response, just. Ugh."
"And I probably should have handled that better," she sighs. "I. Was trying to get her to go away..."
