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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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"Huh."
"I keep almost rhapsodizing about breathing fire and then remembering that you are, one, silver, two, not miracled, and then I remembered that you aren't contagious. But you're still silver so you probably wouldn't get that much out of it. And you make those little newspaper burning trips anyway."
shrennaki
"Yeah. I breathe about as much fire as I want to. Although I'm increasingly tempted to shift natural without stringent precautions just because I can now, and Alys said the dragon council confirmed what the miracle worker told us about somebody dropping a shren into the middle of a council meeting and no one getting infected, so I'm definitely not contagious."
"If you were red-group - actually, wrong question. If you were white-group. What d'you think you'd do?"
shrennaki
"...Quite possibly still stay a shren," he says. "But judge my hypothetical alternate self less harshly on the subject."
"Ha." She turns into a cardinal and sits on his head again.
"Yep. Your hair is nesting material. Very cozy." Preen.
Nest nest. Also giggle.
Finnah continues to be on Mial's head, curious about the conversation about to ensue.
nonbird
"Hello! I'm told I am about to get excitable and opinionated about Draconic," says Lazarus.
shrennaki
"Okay, so first of all, I reiterate that I don't want you changing how Draconic works for dragonishes in general," says Mial. "But, given that you're a miracle worker and all, I wonder if you can't manage something. Um. Did Libby explain...?"
nonbird
"She explained quite a few things. I am moderately offended about Draconic now. But I don't speak the language, and I'm not sure I want to even if I could. So there may be intricacies I'm missing. I do see magic, though, that's some help. I wonder if seeing someone actually speak Draconic would give me any new information?"
"This is a sentence in Draconic," says Finnah helpfully.
nonbird
"Interesting," says Lazarus. "I'm pretty sure one of those was the name of the language. It's very... itself."
"Sirasiad," repeats Finnah. "Is Draconic for Draconic."
nonbird
"Yes, that's what I thought. Um. Which means that I can detect features of Draconic words by hearing them..."
shrennaki
"So I can demonstrate the problem more clearly by saying, oh... 'Shrens are not siaddaki'?" says Mial.
nonbird
Lazarus blinks down at him, momentarily speechless.
"...I am very offended about Draconic," he declares.
"...I am very offended about Draconic," he declares.
"Do you actually understand it?" marvels Finnah. "Or just - I don't know what you'd just."
nonbird
"When you're actually speaking Draconic and not just using the words as loanwords in other languages, I see what the magical properties of the words are. And the magical properties of whatever Mial just said are... offensive. 'Shren' has constrained connotations in a complicated and terrible way, and the rest of the sentence seemed to be... an obnoxious celebration of the connotational superiority of dragons over shrens. I could probably learn how to understand Draconic reasonably well by watching the magic when people speak it, but I'm not entirely sure I want to bother because Draconic is terrible."
"I mean, most of it isn't that. Although I suppose we could have some huge blind spot that we haven't noticed because it's not about shrens and is instead about evergreen shrubbery."