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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
Piro snorts. And miracle-teleports back to Dragon Island.
And convenes a council meeting the very next morning.
"I've spoken with the last shren," he says. "The miracle workers have given him access to their miracle magic. He intends to design a new version of dragons, which he outlined as having our various advantages but 'without esu or spontaneous death of any kind'. He says he is willing to accept input from any dragon who is willing to attend the meeting, which is taking place today at sixth-and-naught at his house and will presumably conclude whenever he has a design he and his mother are personally satisfied with, she being the intended first member of the new species. I suggest we disperse this information as fast as possible."
And convenes a council meeting the very next morning.
"I've spoken with the last shren," he says. "The miracle workers have given him access to their miracle magic. He intends to design a new version of dragons, which he outlined as having our various advantages but 'without esu or spontaneous death of any kind'. He says he is willing to accept input from any dragon who is willing to attend the meeting, which is taking place today at sixth-and-naught at his house and will presumably conclude whenever he has a design he and his mother are personally satisfied with, she being the intended first member of the new species. I suggest we disperse this information as fast as possible."
There is a brief pause, then a flurry of shifting for the handling of communication crystals to call line representatives. Eiaa skips this step entirely, presumably carrying on mental conversation with Keo instead.
The crystals to the shren houses are all four in different hands; they are called, at various stages of the informing-people process.
And then responses filter in.
Not every color rep has anybody interested in going at all (although three, the obsidian, emerald, and violet, decide of their own accord to go in person). There are responses from constituents of the garnet, jade, white opal, blue opal, spelter, and emerald representatives. Separately, the council is informed that all four shren house proprietors (turquoise, white, copper, and amethyst) are coming, and that the Kep Island one will be bringing a silver along with him. Piro should probably also assume that Finnah and Aurin may feel entitled to turn up without RSVPing in the customary way.
The crystals to the shren houses are all four in different hands; they are called, at various stages of the informing-people process.
And then responses filter in.
Not every color rep has anybody interested in going at all (although three, the obsidian, emerald, and violet, decide of their own accord to go in person). There are responses from constituents of the garnet, jade, white opal, blue opal, spelter, and emerald representatives. Separately, the council is informed that all four shren house proprietors (turquoise, white, copper, and amethyst) are coming, and that the Kep Island one will be bringing a silver along with him. Piro should probably also assume that Finnah and Aurin may feel entitled to turn up without RSVPing in the customary way.
adapt-again
Piro goes to tell Mial he'd better set up for this meeting outside his house, because his living room is going to be a little small for it.
shrennaki
Mial has been talking to Lazarus about communication crystals all morning. He goes outside and finds an emptyish spot and miracles up a large pavilion with plenty of comfortable seating, in case attendance is even higher than reported. It probably won't be, but you never know, and miracles are cheap when you're shrennaki.
He adorns the open end of the pavilion with a large banner that reads, in Reform Draconic's square syllables compounded into oval words, THIRD-SIAHR DESIGN MEETING. (There is not yet a word for the species he means to design, or he would have put that down instead. But it will be a third kind of siahr, he's sure of that much.)
He adorns the open end of the pavilion with a large banner that reads, in Reform Draconic's square syllables compounded into oval words, THIRD-SIAHR DESIGN MEETING. (There is not yet a word for the species he means to design, or he would have put that down instead. But it will be a third kind of siahr, he's sure of that much.)
on-my-word
Avar doesn't expect to have much to contribute, but he does expect at least some of this meeting to take place in dragonish languages and Mial to be too busy to translate, so he attends and sits next to his wife.
nonbird
Lazarus, on the other hand, just solicits an appropriately sized miracle from Mial and makes himself able to speak Reform Draconic. It seems like a handy thing to be able to do, in general.
And people start to trickle in.
Most of them are flying in from the nearest commercial teleportation office. Many of them... for whatever reason... are doing this as oddly-pigmented birds and other non-natural-formed flying creatures.
Aurin turns up. Finnah has a hangover, but she's too shrennaki to care.
People start landing and transforming into their various humanoid forms.
For example, here's a white opal girl almost to maturity with a pretty Eastern elf form, holding a notepad with various notes on it, looking around nervously. When her eyes land on Mial, she blinks - and swallows - and bites her lip.
Most of them are flying in from the nearest commercial teleportation office. Many of them... for whatever reason... are doing this as oddly-pigmented birds and other non-natural-formed flying creatures.
Aurin turns up. Finnah has a hangover, but she's too shrennaki to care.
People start landing and transforming into their various humanoid forms.
For example, here's a white opal girl almost to maturity with a pretty Eastern elf form, holding a notepad with various notes on it, looking around nervously. When her eyes land on Mial, she blinks - and swallows - and bites her lip.
shrennaki
Mial catches her looking and looks back in puzzlement.
And then it clicks. "Oh. Uh, hi," he says.
And then it clicks. "Oh. Uh, hi," he says.
"Hi?"
shrennaki
Well. He can try to avoid making this needlessly awkward.
"Kimmetleuly, right? We met that one time. I'm Mialavar, the last shren."
"Kimmetleuly, right? We met that one time. I'm Mialavar, the last shren."
"Oh. I wasn't - sure if you might be a miracle here for some other reason."
"Oh."
Fidget.
"My - flying league thought - that we ought to send someone, and picked me, and I didn't want to but the adult league - didn't have their act together enough to pick anyone in time - so they said they were sending me too."
Fidget.
"My - flying league thought - that we ought to send someone, and picked me, and I didn't want to but the adult league - didn't have their act together enough to pick anyone in time - so they said they were sending me too."
shrennaki
"I see," he says. "Well. Welcome to the meeting. I'll do my best not to be obnoxiously a shren."
Fidget. "Thanks."
"I've been told..."
shrennaki
"Like, someone dropped a shren in natural form into the middle of a council meeting and no one caught it, that's how not contagious I am. She has since been miracled."
"I mean, I heard that, it filtered down. It's just, I've only heard it."
shrennaki
"Well, if you switch your primary language to Reform Draconic that might conceivably make you more comfortable, but I don't have any other bright ideas other than outright demonstrating noncontagion with the help of some handy dragon volunteer, which I suspect might cause more alarm than it soothed."
"Um. I'll. I'll deal. Thanks."
There is a blue opal girl, who looks younger than him by about three decades, asking Finnah for directions to the miracle worker please?
Finnah points at him.
The blue opal traipses over. "Hi um I don't actually have anything to say about the project I just, well, was technically invited to the meeting? Since here I am in this room with you and I'm a dragon. And I have a different miracle I want. Can I ask you about that please?"
Finnah points at him.
The blue opal traipses over. "Hi um I don't actually have anything to say about the project I just, well, was technically invited to the meeting? Since here I am in this room with you and I'm a dragon. And I have a different miracle I want. Can I ask you about that please?"
"Can - can miracle workers bring dead people back to life?" Pause. "Specific dead people, not an entire apocalypse of the undead."