"Sort of," he says. "Not even proving. It would be accepting that they were right. And they're not. If I decided to stop being a shren just to stop being a shren, I would be acting like there was something wrong with being a shren. And I have gone to a great deal of trouble my whole life to maintain that there isn't, in the face of intense and unceasing opposition from the word itself."
(If he were an empath, he would likely catch a brilliant flare of admiration, even when purposely not paying attention. But he's not.)
"I think I understand," says Avet slowly. "I would call it brave but that seems - condescending. Mm." Draconic. C'mon. You can do it. Ha, look, she has a word for this one! "Admirable." (In a moral sense, in the sense that what is being admired is what the world should be, in the sense of seeing someone fight for a cause and agreeing with it)
"...Well. Thank you," he says. "First time anyone's said that about my weird shren opinions."
"So anyway. I'm crazy enough to want to stay a shren even if I figure out a way to stop. That is what we've discovered today."
She smiles, just a little. Then her smile falters. "You know people are going to hate you for it. If we ever manage it. You probably won't get any peace for a long, long time. Possibly ever. It sounds kind of exhausting."
"Yeah. We already know something about how hard the other one's going to be to solve; let's find out how this one compares."
Step one to finding out how that compares: make a dragon magic analysis that shows what the dragon magic is doing, instead of where it is. This will likely take some time.
Time, effort, and ingenuity. Luckily they're well supplied with all of the above.
They are! It will take longer than an afternoon, though. Is Mial amenable to having scheduled nerd days with Avet?
Progress is... slow. Dragon magic declines to be easily analyzed. Inventing a spell for 'tell us what the dragon magic is doing' is not happening anytime soon, and neither of them are inclined to bang their heads against the brick wall of needing one specific solution.
It's much more reasonable to work on a dragon magic analysis that will tell them which part of the magic is moving when a dragonish does something magic. For example: speaking Draconic to one another, and seeing which part of the magic wibbles. They have charts, now. They can't narrow down everything that way, but they can certainly make progress. Speaking Draconic, shapeshifting, and singing a dragonish's dragonsong are easy. Green color group's empathy is similarly easy. A dragonish declining or trying to have kids is... Less easy. On account of no one wanting to watch a dragonish declining or trying to have kids.
A dragonish breathing fire should be easy. But Avet's wizard buddy is a shren. And she is a dragon. She could possibly go ask his mother to do the analysis on her instead of having Mial do it. But that sort of problem-dodging solution is not one she wants. She looks pensively at the chart.
"...It occurs to me that my father is a dragon and my mother is a research wizard," he says. "If, um. If we wanted to ask her to gather data for the 'declining to have children' section of the chart."
"If it wouldn't be um, too awkward. Then yeah, that would be helpful." She pauses, looking at the chart. Okay, this is stupid. She takes a deep breath. C'mon Avet, you can do it, it's just a sentence. "And we can go take care of the firebreathing data in your yard, if you're. Um. Okay with it."
"Sure I am. Are you? It's not very likely that either of us will spontaneously lose a form in the middle of my yard, but accidents happen. And my mother is a research wizard. If you wanted to ask her to do the firebreathing analysis, I wouldn't hold it against you."
"It's not really a matter of if you'd hold it against me," she says. "It's - I am poking at my reasons for not being okay with it and they're flimsy and I don't think they're good enough to have command over my life. I trust you. Finnah's at work and even if she were here, I trust her reasonably well. I don't think a random shren is going to show up out of nowhere and turn out to be the correct flavor of cruel and spiteful. I don't think either of us will spontaneously lose a form. There is no legitimate reason to be afraid. I don't want to have a, a flinch reaction to something in my head that I don't actually agree with, and let it control my life. I don't want to be that kind of person. If I were legitimately afraid I wouldn't volunteer, and I'd possibly be kind of upset with you if you expected me to, but this is - the sort of thing I am inclined to conquer, not cower from. So it's not, actually, involved with you at all, you're an innocent bystander." Pause. "So uh, sorry, innocent bystander, I am still attacking the lizard parts of my head, it takes a while. It's kind of entrenched."
"Yep," she agrees. "Though, uh, if you'd like me to analyze your firebreathing we should do it someplace that is not, er, your yard. It's not officially a shren hazard location. Bottom of the world or something would be better, I think."
"Yeah, I in fact already have a place on the bottom of the world where I go to shift natural and breathe fire at things. Because sometimes my contempt for certain letters to the editor cannot be fully expressed any other way."