"I am definitely the most hugged," giggles Mial.

Finnah giggles. "I think he's the most shrennaki by definition at this point."

"Why's that?"

"I am definitely the only shren in the world right now, we have actually checked," says Mial. "With actual magic."

"Oh. I was a shren but now I'm not," says the jet girl. "Being a shren hurt a lot. And I was locked in a horrible little box and it was very boring. Do most people who are shrens get locked in horrible little boxes?"

"Not boxes, no," says Finnah. "Usually they grow up in houses all together and when they're twenty some of them go home with their parents."

"Why then?"

"That's when they can shapeshift," says Finnah, "so that they don't infect any dragons with being a shren also."

"That makes sense I guess. Because being a shren hurts a lot and most people don't like to hurt a lot so they probably don't want to be shrens," surmises the jet girl.

"I mean, they wouldn't want to be shrens even if it wasn't going to hurt them a lot," says Finnah. "Because, Draconic. Mial's the only person shrennaki enough to stay put when the miracles turned up."

"Because he's the most," says the jet girl. She hugs Mial some more.

"If you're going to be hugging me so much I may as well become something more huggable," says Mial, and he shifts to snow leopard form.

"You're so fluffy!" the jet girl exclaims, utterly delighted. She immediately begins petting him.

Finnah snickers.

"So fluffy."

"I am very fluffy," Mial agrees, purring.

Finnah pets him 'cause why not.

"He's fluffy and nice to pet!" says the jet girl enthusiastically.

"Yep. Snow leopard."

"I wanna be a snow leopard but I shouldn't turn into things whenever I want because I can only turn into so many things and I'd run out," she says. "I already lost one form when I got dropped, and it can be miracled back but Lazarus is busy and hasn't done it yet. And I can't make miracles yet because I'm not done learning how to be a person."

"Makes sense," says Finnah. "I can only turn into a cardinal and a human so far."

"I want to turn into all the things though," she sighs.

"You could do that if you were a blue-group unusual or unique," says Mial. "Which you aren't. A miracle could probably change that, but I don't know, you might also like being a jet and not want to stop. The black-group thing is enhanced senses."

"That's terrible!" she exclaims. "I've barely figured out how to deal with the amount of senses I've got, I don't know if I could survive less! Can't I turn into all the things anyway somehow?"

"Maybe. Ask Lazarus," Mial advises. Purr purr.