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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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Aw. That means Finnah doesn't get to eavesdrop.
Finnah shuts the door and goes back to determining how long it will take her to save up for a shop of her own both with and without the conditions of marrying an independently wealthy girl who looks like or possibly is actress Rathadaar Kerik.
Finnah shuts the door and goes back to determining how long it will take her to save up for a shop of her own both with and without the conditions of marrying an independently wealthy girl who looks like or possibly is actress Rathadaar Kerik.
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There is an enormous silver dragon flying toward their house. Much, much bigger than Avar, who in any case is still at home.
What.
Finnah peers out the window.
That is very big. That is silver - the light's not favorable for telling by color, but he's got the triangular spines and the nubby horns.
There is only one obvious - no, there's only one relevant person it could be, but this is far from obvious. Probably it is some other extremely old silver dragon overflying the area. Maybe he's been routing around this town for a hundred seventy years to visit his great great great great great grandchildren and now he knows the Last Shren isn't contagious so he's taking the straight shot.
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He circles their house. He shifts to eagle owl for a more convenient descent. He descends. He shifts human.
He knocks on the door.
He knocks on the door.
Finnah's heard this song and dance before. So he's not contagious! Big whoop! Fuck yourself, Mr. Giant Dragon!
She marches to answer the door. She glares at him. (It remains loosely possible that he is someone else so she does not yet tell him to fuck himself.)
She marches to answer the door. She glares at him. (It remains loosely possible that he is someone else so she does not yet tell him to fuck himself.)
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"Hello," he says, possibly trying for 'mild' but arriving more at 'sullen with a hint of desperation'. "I'm looking for Avar."
"And who is looking for Avar?"
Finnah considers the advisability of actually telling him to go fuck himself. This involves continuing to glare at him for several ticks.
Then she decides it will be much more satisfying if Avar, or better yet Mial, gets to do it.
"Wait," she says imperiously, because that will not ruin the later satisfaction a bit, and she shuts the door in his face and goes and finds Avar.
"Uh," says Finnah, "your dad is pulling a My Mom After My Brother Learned To Shift. At least that's what it looks like."
"He showed up on the doorstep pretty shortly after shrens were declared non-contagious, what else would he be doing? I told him to wait," she adds smugly. Usually Finnah does not tell visitors to wait, she just yells.
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"Well. I guess I'll go talk to him," says Avar. "...I'm surprised, though. I wouldn't have expected him to budge merely because shrens were declared non-contagious. I wonder if anyone's told him about Mial...? Perhaps I will have the pleasure."
"Can I watch?"
So's Finnah. She gapes from her vantage point sitting on the bottom stair.
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"I'm sorry for how I treated you. I've... had an opportunity to realize that my grandson is worth more than I ever gave him credit for, and I want to meet him. Would you like your line name back?"