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.
"Spit it out, I don't have all day. I'm a busy man," says Mial. "Just got hired as a miracle worker."
Mial is utterly stunned for a full tick.
Then he smirks. "Damn right. What took you so long?"
"We can be a stubborn bunch in this line, you may have noticed. I had to be hit over the head with the word a few times before I paid attention."
"Seriously though, what the hell? You were not merely a lizard but the lizard, and then 'shrennaki' and suddenly you've switched languages - you did switch languages, didn't you, I can't imagine someone who hadn't saying the word so casually - and you're showing up on our doorstep?"
"Shren alyemi is my grandson. Of course I was going to be proud."
"This is the second-best thing that's ever happened to me, right after Reform Draconic," Mial says happily. "Maybe third after Reform Draconic and being hired as a miracle worker. By the way, who here wants to be a unique? Hey Mom, how would you feel about turning into a dragon? I can do that now! I have miracles."
"The advantages are obvious. But I'd have no idea what colour group to choose... and having to have anything to do with the Dragon Council does not sound like my idea of fun." She glances at Piro but does not disclaim this with a 'no offense' or similar.