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Jensal has a lot of work to do. Her house is going to collapse; nobody had better be inside when it does. She is briskly bundling adult miracles into groups who have at least one decent job between them, she is writing to agencies that handle adoption for the ultimate disposition of kids who don't get picked up because she's reasonably sure that they will not all get picked up, and when parents do drop by to collect their little ones she is signing papers for every set of them with slightly gritted teeth. Lots to do. Her hand is cramping from paperwork and she doesn't care.
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adapt-again
"Shren alyemi," he says, shaking his head. "Ugh."
There's that pride again. He's annoyed, bitter, vaguely defensive, fed up... and proud.
There's that pride again. He's annoyed, bitter, vaguely defensive, fed up... and proud.
adapt-again
Well, now he's thinking about it.
Which causes the word to cross his mind again. Alarm/disgust/anger/pride.
Which causes the word to cross his mind again. Alarm/disgust/anger/pride.
"And there's plenty of, you know, more the sort of thing one would anticipate -" The notetaker drops into specialized empathy words. Babbles them, rather.
adapt-again
Shrennaki. His grandson is shrennaki. His grandson is the reason why 'shrennaki' is a word.
Pride rapidly becomes ascendant over the rest.
And then he experiences a brief moment of disorientation... and then he smiles.
"It turns out," he says, "it's possible to switch your native language from Draconic to Reform Draconic. I'm not sure exactly how, but I seem to have just done it."
Pride rapidly becomes ascendant over the rest.
And then he experiences a brief moment of disorientation... and then he smiles.
"It turns out," he says, "it's possible to switch your native language from Draconic to Reform Draconic. I'm not sure exactly how, but I seem to have just done it."
prima-sequentem
And, meanwhile:
Libby knocks on the door of Mial's house. (The shren-bomb is coming along nicely and Libby no longer feels personally and immediately required for teaching her how to person.)
Libby knocks on the door of Mial's house. (The shren-bomb is coming along nicely and Libby no longer feels personally and immediately required for teaching her how to person.)
prima-sequentem
"'Libby' is fine," says Miracle Lady dryly. "I came to offer you a job. Creating miracle magic, to be specific. Shrens and former shrens are uniquely qualified. Interested?"
