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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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Finnah is outside! Flying! She had a short shift at work but she is expected back tomorrow so she can't go to the sun yet. She is just flying. Around. Breathing fire.
on-my-word
Well, that makes it a bit troublesome to approach her as a shrike.
It takes him a moment to think of the obvious solution - he never did get back into the habit of using his natural form near his home, after the kids learned to shift. But it's certainly an option now. He shifts and catches up to her.
"Alys called. Apparently the dragon council wants everyone to know that the miracle workers have stopped dragons from dying of old age. But of course she didn't know whether or not the solution applied to shrens."
It takes him a moment to think of the obvious solution - he never did get back into the habit of using his natural form near his home, after the kids learned to shift. But it's certainly an option now. He shifts and catches up to her.
"Alys called. Apparently the dragon council wants everyone to know that the miracle workers have stopped dragons from dying of old age. But of course she didn't know whether or not the solution applied to shrens."
"Well, damn," says Finnah, pausing to hover for easier conversation. "I'll call them and ask I guess, I can do that, direct line to the miracle-workers. I have never seen you in natural form before, this is weird."
Finnah grins toothily, and dives, and lands, and shifts. And pulls the crystal out of her pocket and calls.
"Hi, miracle worker, sorry to bother you, uh, but I hear you solved old age for dragons? There was one shren who didn't take the miracle, what about him, does it work for him?"
prima-sequentem
"It should. I'm sure Lazarus would've mentioned if it didn't. But I can ask him to confirm when he comes back from distributing miracles."
"Okay, good, because that's kind of important to know. Thanks! For that and the miracles in general!"
prima-sequentem
"You're welcome. Speaking of the shren who didn't take the miracle, do you think he would mind talking to me about his decision at some point? I had previously been getting the impression that no one was going to do that, and I'm curious. But I'll understand if he declares it none of my business."
"I can ask him. Bet you he'll talk to you about it."
"You're welcome," says Finnah, and she pockets the crystal again. And goes and tells Avar, "Miracle lady thinks it should extend just fine to Mial but she'll make sure and call back."
"Yep! Uh, come get me when Mial comes home if I'm still out flying by then?"
"Will do," she beams, and out she goes.
on-my-word
About an angle later, Avar flies up to find Finnah again.
"Mial's home. Fiddling with his scoot, last I saw."
"Thanks!" She turns cardinal for fine maneuvering and flies to the scoot's domicile.
"Hey Mial," Finnah says, sitting on his head, "did you hear about the no more dying of old age thing, I asked and it works for you probably they'll check and get back to me, also miracle lady wants to hear all about the weirdness that is your head about staying a shren."
Finnah rearranges a bit of his hair with her beak. "Do you want to call her now?"
"Miraculous, a lady, polite, curious about your weird head?"