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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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"Okay, granted, terrified is not the likely experience," says Aurin.
shrennaki
"I admit I don't know what the experience actually is for the rest of you. For me it's profound fucking relief."
"It wasn't quite that for me," says Finnah, "since, miracle, but it was very recontextualizing very suddenly."
"It was like trying to swallow a concept six feet in diameter with my lungs," says Aurin, "thank you."
"It was like trying to swallow a concept six feet in diameter with my lungs," says Aurin, "thank you."
shrennaki
"Sorry. Honestly, if I had had the faintest idea how to actually prepare you to hear that word, I would've tried," he says. "But I really couldn't think of anything. It's just so - I mean, Reform Draconic exists now, if I'd started trying to explain it to you it would've just popped into your head anyway. Um. By the way, if you feel like it, although you probably don't right now, you can switch your primary language to Reform Draconic. Finnah has already. I'm the first native speaker, she's the second."
"I do not feel like it right now! I feel like a vial of hofis right now. Just a second." Aurin lurches to the potion cabinet.
Aurin quaffs a vial of hofis. Three ticks elapse. Then he does not look like he has such a nasty headache anymore.
"All better?" asks Finnah.
"Yeah," says Aurin. "Is that the only surprise you have for me or can I get the potion taste out of my mouth with the rest of my carrot juice now?"
"Yeah," says Aurin. "Is that the only surprise you have for me or can I get the potion taste out of my mouth with the rest of my carrot juice now?"
Aurin looks at him suspiciously, then drinks the rest of his juice.
Then the juice will go down Aurin's throat and not onto the carpet!
"Look," he says, when he is done chasing his headache potion down, "I'm glad this is more comfortable for you or whatever, but I really can't get behind the shirt thing, that seems like a terrible idea."
"Look," he says, when he is done chasing his headache potion down, "I'm glad this is more comfortable for you or whatever, but I really can't get behind the shirt thing, that seems like a terrible idea."
shrennaki
"It's obnoxious as hell, I will readily grant you. But I have a strong urge to be obnoxious as hell about this."
"Why," says Aurin.
shrennaki
"Because I have spent a hundred and seventy years being a shren in Draconic, and being a shren in Reform Draconic instead is like - is like for the first time in my life suddenly not having someone standing behind me whispering in my ear that I am awful and should hate myself. So now I want to go around not hating myself as loudly as possible. When it was just that I wasn't contagious anymore, I felt a little like this but I didn't really... understand the extent to which it was possible to feel like this. I probably would've been okay that way, but now I'm not just okay, I'm great. I'm - my new favourite word."
"Ialsafei shrennaki," says Finnah, smirking.
"Gah," says Aurin.
"Gah," says Aurin.
"Right. Sure. Ialsafei... that," says Aurin. He can't quite say it.
"You're welcome. Have you even told Uncle Avar?"
shrennaki
"Nope, that's next. He might not even fall over, my dad's pretty even-keeled about this stuff."
"He really is."
shrennaki
"I'll quit pestering you and go tell him now, I guess." He offers a hand to Finnah.
Finnah takes it, waving cheekily at Aurin. Aurin rolls his eyes.