I hadn't been having any luck at making a spell to locate dragons, but- now we've met you- a spell to count them might be a more viable approach?
That approach she'd tabled a while ago. Knowing where to find the dragon(s), and how hostile they were, had been more important than knowing how many dragons (of uncertain location and friendliness) existed. But she's picked it back up, since meeting May. She's made a bit of progress, even. If she can prove it's just May and her immediate family, Isabella's life becomes much safer.
Revealing myself is definitely preferable to her coming out as sphinxy all on her own and getting who knows how many people concerned that they're going to have to take sides in another massive conflict. I support the dragon-counting plan if you can pull it off; I don't immediately know how you'd manage it but I haven't been doing magic as long as you.
(She liiiiies.)
It takes her another two months, but she eventually coerces a tiny pile of plastic dragon figurines to light up in the colors of existing dragons. Runecasting seems to be managing the sympathetic be-like-existing-dragon aspect well enough, so she'll just... count the color changes.
There are two. One's a familiar shade of blue.
She promptly informs Isabella and May.
My parents already know, May writes back. My mom wants to try a medallion if I find another dragon one, my dad doesn't, but I haven't run across one yet so it's moot. Some of my friends know about me but not, obviously, about Isabella. I think I want to meet her and talk PR.
Isabella is relieved that there aren't tons of dragons of unknown levels of hostility lurking in Australia or something. And is willing to meet May.
She goes ahead and books flights for the next convenient dates. (She's going to get to tell the world!)
Grand Forks turns out to be in the middle of roughly nowhere. They fly into Spokane and then drive. It's not nearly as bad as getting around China, but it's still rather a production.
It will be worth it.
May is in her dad's front yard with a book and notebook when they arrive. She waves. Her dad is peering from the window. There's a cop car in the driveway.
Vivian laughs. Spotting the face peering out the window, she looks at May inquiringly. "Did your father want to join us...?"
"He's just a little worried about the whole thing. He'll calm down. You can meet him if you want."
"It's up to him. Critters are a lot to take in, I don't blame him. I was pretty overwhelmed myself! But I can be ostentatiously human at him if you think it would help."
"That's not his problem. He took me being a critter pretty well. He's less thrilled that I'm trying to prevent a massive critter civil war more or less by myself."
"Is he that worried about other critters picking sides? It's not like there are dragons and sphinxes going spare."
"He doesn't know how far to trust your count, or whether there might be factions other than sphinxes and dragons proper who'd try to rally around us, or whatever," shrugs May.
"Well, since you're doing this together, I'm not even sure who they'd rally behind."
"I haven't asked him for really detailed scenarios that concern him. He is generally cautious, I don't even think it's particularly silly, but you can meet him if you want and skip it if you don't."
She looks at her daughter. "So, sphinxette? What are you thinking?"
"Depends on what May wants to do. Anything from 'walk into a series of Avalons in fullform' to 'get the addresses of Avalon community leaders and send them all letters' to 'go by word of mouth'."
"That's... basically what my list looks like. I was favoring the middle option, although it does mean pretty tedious envelope-stuffing. I could maybe hire some tiny pegasi to help if we aren't in a hurry."
"How internationally are you thinking?" Vivian asks. "The Avalons don't always communicate well across continents. I have contacts in North America and Asia, but not as much elsewhere."