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Alys is not on the council, but she is her line representative as of fifty years ago. She hears about the news.
She wonders whether Piro is likely to have contacted his son, even about this.
She decides that it is worth checking, and calls her brother-in-law.
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She gets back a rich and multilayered confusion, lit with some close cousin of hope. The shren is sort of vague on the concept of people, but on a very basic level she is highly enthusiastic about even the faint wisp of a notion that another person might exist and want to interact with her in a non-agonizing way.
Lazarus is still peering worriedly at her.
Lazarus is still peering worriedly at her.
There were some spells on you keeping you from moving, but you should be able to open your mouth and speak, now.
The former shren... makes some sounds. They are not especially wordlike. After a few attempts she progresses to recognizable phonemes arranged in no sensible order, and then after some mumbling along those lines she utters her first words:
"Why doesn't it hurt?"
"Why doesn't it hurt?"
"I've blocked it off temporarily with magic," Keo says, "but to make it go away permanently you need to fly. You should be able to do that now."
She makes some more nonlinguistic mumbly sounds and tries to figure out voluntary body movements. Flop wriggle.
"Oh!"
She's still a little shaky - some pieces are missing on the level of knowing what to want to do, even though she can now accomplish it all with reasonable proficiency - but she manages to get all four feet under her, and flap her wings, and give an awkward little jump and flap a few more times, and then have no idea what to do next and stop moving and crash into the ground.
"Like that?"
She's still a little shaky - some pieces are missing on the level of knowing what to want to do, even though she can now accomplish it all with reasonable proficiency - but she manages to get all four feet under her, and flap her wings, and give an awkward little jump and flap a few more times, and then have no idea what to do next and stop moving and crash into the ground.
"Like that?"
"Oh..."
Mumbling nonverbally to herself, she tries again. Flap hop flap flap flap - the esu lifts - flap flap graceless crash.
Mumbling nonverbally to herself, she tries again. Flap hop flap flap flap - the esu lifts - flap flap graceless crash.
"Okay."
Piro mutters something under his breath.
"What?" says the ex-shren.
"Nothing."
"Your voice is different," she observes.
Piro mutters something under his breath.
"What?" says the ex-shren.
"Nothing."
"Your voice is different," she observes.