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.
And failing all else he can always contact his representative with the question. No, that would be petty. Fully deserved, but petty.
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."
"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."
"It's a language. It's magical. Dragons and shrens speak it, sort of automatically, as part of our magic. And it really has it in for shrens. When it comes to most things, there is a wide range of vocabulary available to account for desired connotations. With shrens, the available connotations are that we are bad and horrifying and probably shouldn't exist. It's just not an option to talk about us as being acceptable, let alone positive. Despite the fact that any reasonable person would categorize us as an unfortunate kind of dragon, Draconic completely refuses to entertain the idea. There is a specific word that means 'awesome in exactly the way that dragons are awesome', and it applies to dragons and definitely not to us. And so on. I'm sure you get the picture."
"It really isn't," he sighs. "But, look, I'm a hundred and seventy years old, I've had a while to figure out how to deal with it. And the way I deal with it, mainly, is by disagreeing with the premise. I disagree that shrens are not awesome. I think shrens are pretty great. It's kind of difficult sometimes, because, again, Draconic has it in for us, and there's not really a way to get a break from being a Draconic-speaker. But I have a lot of practice."
"Then yeah, sure. But, um - in case he gets strong opinions about Draconic before I get a chance to talk to him - please tell him not to mess with it directly," he says. "A lot of people like it the way it is, and while I may privately opine that they're a bunch of lizards, I don't actually want to pull it out from under them."
He takes a breath to marshal his thoughts.
"...It's hard to say, what with, you know, shrenhood kind of being a thing that affects your life and personality a lot. But I like to think I would have at least considered - you know. Going the other way. I'm not sure I would've gone through with it, though. Which, frankly, makes me kind of disappointed in this hypothetical dragon Mial. What a disgrace to Mials he is. —Not that I feel that way about all dragons, you understand, just the ones who happen to be me in particular. Of which there thankfully aren't any. But if I ever meet one, I am going to unfairly judge his choices."
"I wouldn't dream of judging anyone else for that - I wouldn't even let other people join in on judging hypothetical alternate Mial, I don't think, if there were any who had the urge for some reason. But I think I get to hold my hypothetical alternate self to a different standard. After all, if things had turned out differently he could've been me."
"My mom is indeed my mom," he agrees. "It's a notable characteristic of hers. I don't know, it seems reasonable that you wouldn't have seen it coming, but... I think I would see it hypothetically coming, if anybody we know was the type to be the same way. If, I don't know, the whole mess had happened a generation earlier and it had been my dad and Grandpa had shipped him off to a shren house, I bet he would've grown up really mad about people being lizards but I don't think he would've turned down the miracle."
"So he was definitely startled. But, y'know, then he walked her home and came back with 'Mial you inconsiderate ass, may I ask why', and I apologized for being an inconsiderate ass and explained my reasoning about staying a shren and we played board games for a while, he is not still sitting on his couch hyperventilating or anything."
"Yeah. I breathe about as much fire as I want to. Although I'm increasingly tempted to shift natural without stringent precautions just because I can now, and Alys said the dragon council confirmed what the miracle worker told us about somebody dropping a shren into the middle of a council meeting and no one getting infected, so I'm definitely not contagious."
"She explained quite a few things. I am moderately offended about Draconic now. But I don't speak the language, and I'm not sure I want to even if I could. So there may be intricacies I'm missing. I do see magic, though, that's some help. I wonder if seeing someone actually speak Draconic would give me any new information?"
"When you're actually speaking Draconic and not just using the words as loanwords in other languages, I see what the magical properties of the words are. And the magical properties of whatever Mial just said are... offensive. 'Shren' has constrained connotations in a complicated and terrible way, and the rest of the sentence seemed to be... an obnoxious celebration of the connotational superiority of dragons over shrens. I could probably learn how to understand Draconic reasonably well by watching the magic when people speak it, but I'm not entirely sure I want to bother because Draconic is terrible."
"You look like you're contemplating editing Draconic. Don't edit Draconic," says Mial. "But, I don't know... could you design an alternative? To apply to, say, me. Since I am probably the only remaining shren by now, or I will be soon, and I am therefore the person most substantially affected by the ways in which Draconic is terrible."
"Often with regular words about evergreen shrubbery or whatever it doesn't do that and will work approximately the other way around," says Finnah. "Sometimes it will even pop up with new - as far as we know, anyway - words if we have things to say that need exact shades of meaning that didn't ever come up before. And new words when things are invented, although those often work like ordinary loanwords at first. The problem is that it hates shrens."
"It doesn't exactly work in a way," says Lazarus. "I have miracle magic, which lets me accomplish nearly arbitrary things as long as I have enough of it. If I use it to do something, then the thing happens. Turning a shren into a dragon, or a dying dragon baby into a dragon baby who isn't going to die, or making shrens not contagious, or making dragons stop dying of sudden magic failure - that is what dragon death by old age was, is all of a sudden their magic would just up and vanish and you need that to live - I have been fixing a lot of dragon-related problems since I came here."
"Draconic is... attached to you, magically. I could attach the other one to you instead," he says. "And then the thing that happens where Draconic insistently decides your connotations for you would... be less. It would be a feature of some language you happen to speak, instead of a feature of your language."
"I'm sorry. I'm probably not as sorry as I should be," Mial admits. He can't seem to stop grinning. "But you were going to encounter that word one way or another, because I'm going to be obnoxiously wearing it on a shirt for the foreseeable future as soon as I find a calligrapher who's willing to design the shirt. At least this way you heard it for the first time under controlled conditions, eh?"
"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."
"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."
Was that even in regular Draconic? Sort of hard to tell. The vocabularies are near-identical.
Aurin goes to his mom's office. He waits until her client leaves. He nips in.
"Mother, Mial is going to do something incredibly agitating and I thought I'd better warn you before you find out some other way," he says.
"Oh? What is it now?"
"Uh, he's gotten the miracle-workers to make up a new language which is basically like Draconic but without opinions on shrens. There's a couple words from it that he likes a whole lot. One's siahr, he got a translation of e'sisaak to stick."
"...I see."
"The other one's worse. I, uh, accidentally hit my head on a wall when he said it."
"...Well, I'm sitting down, Aurin."
Aurin takes a deep breath. He can say it, right? Three syllables. He has said all these syllables before. ...Not in a row, but.
"He's planning to go around wearing a shirt that says shrennaki."
Alys doesn't fall over. She stands up, hands slamming down on her desk, eyes wide. "What?"
"Oh, don't make me say it again -"
"No," she says, fire in her voice, "of course not."
"Sorry - it's not like I could possibly stop him, I said it was a bad idea but he wants to be obnoxious -"
Alys sits back down and cradles her face in her hands.
"Aurin," she says, "I love your cousin, of course, but sometimes he makes himself very challenging to like."
Aurin shifts uncomfortably.
"Thank you for warning me, dear."
"You're welcome."
Aurin then finds himself folding decorative napkins for three angles and going home with her at the end of her workday.
She's annoyed about having to pass this information on to Piro because he won't talk to his child, but not annoyed enough to refer to the shren as "your grandson", that would just be rude.
The notes say (adjusted for formality of language):
- There is a Last Shren. It's Mialavar, you know, that infected silver parunia shren who is Piro's grandson (he wasn't there, they went ahead and were rude). The miracle workers let him turn the cure down.
- There was a proposal to attempt to get a miracle that is not attached to the miracle workers and fix Mial anyway; presumably no one would reverse the miracle once they got it, right, and he'd be grateful afterwards, they imagine. This is eventually decided against, mostly because no one wishes to antagonize the miracle workers what with their possession of miracles, and Mial can't infect anyone, so if he wants to be terrible and a shren he may continue, they guess, ugh.
- The Last Shren (he has a title now, being so singular and sufficiently talked about: Draconic summarizes him as shren alyemi, that which means to eternally plague us in a shrenlike fashion) is as immortal as the dragons. Hence the "eternal".
- Also he spoke to the miracle workers about something and now there is something called Sirasiahr which - there is a smear on the notes at this point. There is a margin note: "Many council members experience alarm. Reason not written for sake of propriety."
- The council concludes that the miracle workers are probably trying to help, sort of, but they're Really Not Dragons, Are They. They would not like to invite any miracle workers onto Dragon Island again if this can be avoided.
- Iftha is commended for her willingness to relay messages from shren alyemi.
Pride rapidly becomes ascendant over the rest.
And then he experiences a brief moment of disorientation... and then he smiles.
"It turns out," he says, "it's possible to switch your native language from Draconic to Reform Draconic. I'm not sure exactly how, but I seem to have just done it."
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.
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.
"...I'm not sure you'll understand... but I can try to explain," he says. "Word reached me that there was a remaining shren, that it was Mial, that he had turned down the miracle and invented Reform Draconic. I tried to conceive of why anyone would do either of those things, and - you definitely won't understand what it is like to think the word 'shrennaki' for the first time. Wrenching, to put it mildly. But it gave me an indirect sense of... what sort of person my grandson must be."
Finnah doesn't want to be here but she doesn't want to not know what was said.
Finnah solves this problem by going to the kitchen and getting a very large bag of chocolate covered butterscotch fudge droplets and munching them steadily. Now she is slightly less screaming to get away and have feelings somewhere else. At least nobody here is green.
Finnah abandons her bag of candy. She walks four steps, breaks into a run, turns into a cardinal, and eventually manages to be sitting on her bed in her room upstairs with the door locked.
She calls Aurin.
Eventually Aurin answers. "Mial?" (There is no good reason for there to be two separate crystals.)
"No."
"Hi, Finnah, what's up?"
"Your grandfather's here."
"Oh." Pause. She can almost hear switches flicking on and off in slow ponderous patterns in his skull. "D'you want to go get drinks?"
This is probably not a healthy response to this situation. "Yes."
"Okay. Uh, guessing everybody in your house is occupied - I can get a pro 'port to the station near the one with the blue light and the good redreed and the bad music."
"Sure. Fine."
"See you there in a couple degrees."
The call ends. Finnah opens her window and flies out of it.
Aurin shows up. Aurin buys her a redreed pineapple cocktail and gets himself a beer - a perfectly ordinary hops one - probably anticipating that she is going to get drunk enough that he'll have to be sober to haul her home. She considers this permission. They sit near the window.
Finnah gets halfway through her cocktail. "You don't talk about him," she observes.
"It seemed - insensitive to bring him up? I don't really talk about you or Mial around him either. Haven't been, anyway."
"But you know him."
"Loosely. Don't see him that often. Intervening relative is dead, lives on another landmass, nobody involved teleports, you know."
"So why did he - put your wine down."
Aurin puts his wine down.
"Swallow, idiot."
Aurin swallows. Finnah follows suit. Barely anything left.
"So why did he land on the doorstep and wait for me to get Avar and then say shrennaki."
Aurin coughs. "Oh, this is not a good day for me and having recently been holding drinks and that word," he says.
"Look, you can't even say it." Pineapple thing is gone. "More?"
He gets her another one. He sits back down.
"I have too said it, I warned Mother so she doesn't get blindsided by Mial's stupid shirt idea, I just don't want to say it - arbitrarily."
Finnah snorts and inaugurates her new glass. "Well, your grandfather did it."
"I... can't think of any reason for you to make that up," says Aurin slowly, "but -"
"I didn't mishear him! He showed up and I thought he was going to be my mother when Xaran learned to shift -"
"Remind me who -"
"My little half-brother, Xaran?"
"Right, right."
"He learns to shift, poof, I'm no longer dangerous, because he's going to be so much more reliable about not shifting than me I guess, come home. So I thought it was about the miracle, that he wouldn't have known Mial didn't take it, or if he did know it would be about not being contagious, anyway. So I get Avar and I wait for the fireshow, and - fucking - shrennaki!" She takes a large swig of what's left in her cocktail. It burns and she doesn't care.
"...I mean, my first instinct is to be happy for them all..."
"Yeah, I mean, fuck, good for them, why make the damn thing go on for more than a hundred seventy years if the old lizard's fucking - fucking - doing the thing, but. Shit, Aurin, d'you know how many letters I've thrown out? I don't even read them."
"But you know they're saying she wants you to move back, right? You're not throwing away - things that were mean letters and then turned into nice ones fifty years ago or something."
"Yeah. I don't think it'd make any fucking difference to me if she wrote me a solid paragraph of shrennaki shrennaki shrennaki. 'M not even a shren anymore."
"...Doesn't seem to matter as much for the language's purposes as it does for siaddaki," observes Aurin.
"I know, it's leaning on, like, the pain thing, the - the underdog thing - but it wouldn't matter, anyway, because she blew it, she had me in her pocket and she blew it it is blown there is no recovering from that shit."
"You think they should've -"
"I'm wondering if I - ugh, get me another drink, not pineapple, uh, I wanna try the lemon thing -"
Aurin goes and gets her one of the lemon thing. She tastes it. It's horrible. She drinks more of it.
"I'm wondering if I'm the really fucked-up one."
Aurin doesn't answer her.
"Spit it out."
"There's nothing to spit out, I don't have - have opinions on your family stuff. It's just a thing that happened," says Aurin.
"I could've gone - home. Former house shrens would probably look at me like I was insane for not doing it. House shrens got left and stayed left, half the time."
"I mean," says Aurin, and he measures his words, sipping his beer, "did anybody ever claim shrens as a group were the most well-adjusted of people?"
"Fuck no," snorts Finnah. "And the miracle only does so much, at least after an entire childhood of the stuff." The lemon thing is still horrible. She still drinks it, but slower than she was going through the pineapples. "But I could've gone home and Mial's family drama wouldn't be so. Close but not relevant? I felt like, like the fucking family pet. They love me and I've been living in their house for a hundred goddamn years and Piro is not my grandfather and doesn't love me and so when he shows up -"
"If you went home," Aurin points out, "your stepdad -"
"I guess that's true. My stepdad. Not my dad. Doesn't love me. Chased me out of the house in the first place, Piro never managed that. He's probably glad I never went back. Fucker. If sticking it to him didn't mean saying oh mommy of course it's okay that you thought I was going to cripple the baby you actually cared about when the chips were down you are forgiven I might've done it just to - that fucker. What made him so much better than my dad anyway, she wanted me more than my dad, or was it just, I was an egg and then she knew what I was like after and she was stuck -"
Aurin wisely makes no reply.
Finnah glares at her lemon thing. "This," she declares, "is disgusting."
"Ah -" Aurin doesn't ask her why she's been drinking. "Another pineapple one?"
"Please."
He gets her another pineapple one. He sits with her while she sips it.
She can mostly walk, on the way out. Aurin gets her someplace with enough space for him to take off; he's got a saddle and can carry her back to Mial's house. She manages not to tumble from his back.
Aurin glances at the tableau on the couch but does not have a hand free to wave. He smiles slightly, tightly, acknowledging everybody's existence and directing Finnah firmly stairsward. "You wanna risk this or you want to be a bird?"
"Fuuuuck, like I care if I fall down the stairs, big deal."
"...Oh, fucksake, Finnah, be a bird, I will carry you."
"Don't wanna."
"I bought you pineapple cocktails and you owe me, it is this or you cover my celery mixers next -"
"Fiiiiine. Sourpuss." She turns into a bird, somewhat awkwardly in midair with folded wings; Aurin catches her and scurries upstairs with her. The lock on her door is intentionality-controlled and lets them right by. He puts her on her bed. He goes back down the stairs.
"Seriously though, what the hell? You were not merely a lizard but the lizard, and then 'shrennaki' and suddenly you've switched languages - you did switch languages, didn't you, I can't imagine someone who hadn't saying the word so casually - and you're showing up on our doorstep?"
"This is the second-best thing that's ever happened to me, right after Reform Draconic," Mial says happily. "Maybe third after Reform Draconic and being hired as a miracle worker. By the way, who here wants to be a unique? Hey Mom, how would you feel about turning into a dragon? I can do that now! I have miracles."
"We keep track of every dragon's contact information, location, genealogy, and noteworthy skills or other potentially useful characteristics," he says. "If we have a use for someone's noteworthy skills we expect them to oblige us. We expect people to report any dragon-relevant information they come by, and we distribute reported information as appropriate. We assist dragons who are threatened or inconvenienced by anti-dragon prejudice. And there are a couple more things which you don't need to hear because you aren't currently a dragon but which I definitely don't expect you to have trouble with."
"Oh, I don't mean I want to be a shren. That would seem... a little like overreaching. Perhaps I should have led with that," she adds, glancing out the door. "But miracles have done a lot of unprecedented things lately. Why can't they expand the category of 'dragonish' a little?"
"Damn right. Oh! I have a brilliant idea," says Mial. "You know what I'm going to do, I'm going to design better dragons. With Reform Draconic and shifting forms and maybe dragonsong and stuff, but no esu and no spontaneous death of any kind. Grandfather, make yourself useful again, go tell the rest of the council about this and say I'm willing to accept design input from any dragon who's willing to be in the same room with me to talk about it. Oh, who wants miracle teleportation? It's much sleeker than the wizard kind. Arbitrary passengers, no gesture or spell phrase, no CC-related constraints, no need to have visited the target location as long as you can specify it within a decent tolerance of uniquely."
And convenes a council meeting the very next morning.
"I've spoken with the last shren," he says. "The miracle workers have given him access to their miracle magic. He intends to design a new version of dragons, which he outlined as having our various advantages but 'without esu or spontaneous death of any kind'. He says he is willing to accept input from any dragon who is willing to attend the meeting, which is taking place today at sixth-and-naught at his house and will presumably conclude whenever he has a design he and his mother are personally satisfied with, she being the intended first member of the new species. I suggest we disperse this information as fast as possible."
The crystals to the shren houses are all four in different hands; they are called, at various stages of the informing-people process.
And then responses filter in.
Not every color rep has anybody interested in going at all (although three, the obsidian, emerald, and violet, decide of their own accord to go in person). There are responses from constituents of the garnet, jade, white opal, blue opal, spelter, and emerald representatives. Separately, the council is informed that all four shren house proprietors (turquoise, white, copper, and amethyst) are coming, and that the Kep Island one will be bringing a silver along with him. Piro should probably also assume that Finnah and Aurin may feel entitled to turn up without RSVPing in the customary way.
He adorns the open end of the pavilion with a large banner that reads, in Reform Draconic's square syllables compounded into oval words, THIRD-SIAHR DESIGN MEETING. (There is not yet a word for the species he means to design, or he would have put that down instead. But it will be a third kind of siahr, he's sure of that much.)
Most of them are flying in from the nearest commercial teleportation office. Many of them... for whatever reason... are doing this as oddly-pigmented birds and other non-natural-formed flying creatures.
Aurin turns up. Finnah has a hangover, but she's too shrennaki to care.
People start landing and transforming into their various humanoid forms.
For example, here's a white opal girl almost to maturity with a pretty Eastern elf form, holding a notepad with various notes on it, looking around nervously. When her eyes land on Mial, she blinks - and swallows - and bites her lip.
"Well, if you switch your primary language to Reform Draconic that might conceivably make you more comfortable, but I don't have any other bright ideas other than outright demonstrating noncontagion with the help of some handy dragon volunteer, which I suspect might cause more alarm than it soothed."
Finnah points at him.
The blue opal traipses over. "Hi um I don't actually have anything to say about the project I just, well, was technically invited to the meeting? Since here I am in this room with you and I'm a dragon. And I have a different miracle I want. Can I ask you about that please?"
"Um. I don't know for sure whether we can or can't, but you can stick around for the meeting and I will be more than happy to investigate this question with you once the third-siahr business is wrapped up. And I promise not to create an apocalypse of the undead."
People are settling in, for various values of "settling". Some of them look pretty jumpy - there's a garnet boy a little younger than Mial, over there, and a spelter girl with gritted teeth, and a highly uncomfortable looking fellow dressed like an Oridaanlan plutarch, trying to evade the gaze of a short emerald woman. A turquoise lady looks disgusted with the visibly uncomfortable people but isn't engaging anyone in conversation. Many of the attendees have brought notetaking materials of some kind.
"You're actually not the first dragonish I've seen with the name problem," says Lazarus, "but the other one had so many other troubles that that one sort of fell by the wayside. I can miracle your name slot open again and then you'll have... it looks like about a year to pick a name you want, does that sound reasonable?"
"As amusing as this side discussion is, I think the actual question of whether or not Nameless Spelter Girl can line-name herself is best left for her and Lazarus to hash out after the meeting," says Mial. "Okay. So the current parameters for third-siahr are: definitely no spontaneous death, probably no dragon magic for clean-slate and not-being-a-siad reasons, and now no expiration of ability to be named. And I might want to change how names work for third-siahrs more generally because my mom's first name happens to have three syllables. Being a blue-group I'm also strongly tempted to give them a baseline of at least ten form slots because, really, why not."
"Miracle magic can accomplish nearly arbitrary things," says Mial. "It can screw around with dragon magic freely enough that I have absolutely no reason to think it can't duplicate any particular effect thereof. Third-siahrs are going to have something powering their various characteristics, but it's not going to be a substance that one can run out of like dragon magic is. It will not draw on a limited pool like dragon magic does, and it will not spontaneously and lethally abandon people over two thousand years old like dragon magic used to before Lazarus happened to it."
"While I'm at it," says Mial, "there's no reason third-siahrs shouldn't be able to turn out lights and sorcerers and mages at the same rate as the non-siahr population, so they can have that too. And no esu, I forgot to explicitly mention no esu before, but no esu is definitely an important point. As for what characteristics they share with siahrs - they will, of course, speak Reform Draconic. They may as well come in the same set of colour groups. I see we've got at least one dragon from every colour group here. I know I want all third-siahrs to have my colour group's advantages by default, but maybe you have different opinions. Let's hear 'em."
"Okay. So, by default, green-group third-siahrs are empaths but the rest of them aren't. What about the other colour group traits? Violet-groups should stay their own thing, I imagine, and maybe not everybody wants to be as keen on fire as a red-group or as keen on flying as a white-group, but what about black-group improved senses?"
A large chalkboard appears behind him, with several things already written on it, in Leraal for his mother's convenience.
- No esu
- No spontaneous death
- No dragon magic
- No name expiration
- Ten forms for everyone
- Black-group dragon senses for everyone
The green fellow who attended the meeting leans to try to get a look at Finnah's face when he hears her speak.
"Valid point. Everyone Is Unusual except red-groups, who can optionally become unusual at some slightly more mature age like I don't know ninety?" he suggests. "What's a reasonably mature age for relatively normal siahrs, I was racing scoots at eighty-one, I make a terrible baseline."
"...Okay," says Mial, half-absently petting Finnah's feathers and very consciously ignoring the green man. "Ninety or ninety-five. Are there any other colour groups whose unusual characteristics should come in late for safety reasons? I don't think so, but I don't know everything."
"Okay. So that's red-group and white-group third-siahrs who should have late-onset unusual status, and everybody else can have it from hatching." He magically adds a list item to this effect onto the chalkboard and glances over the whole thing again. "I like this list. This is a pretty good list. Oh, right, the names thing. What horrible disasters will ensue if third-siahrs can have personal names of arbitrary syllable length?"
"Well, my mother, for a start," says Mial. "Past that, anyone who can get a miracle worker to make them one. I imagine it'll be popular among thudias and nondragon partners of dragons. I would personally be willing to make a third-siahr out of anybody who asked nicely, but if I got flooded with requests I might have to find a better way to systematize than that. Lazarus! Do you foresee any syllable-related problems?"
"I'm not completely sure. I haven't seen any dragonish names change before and I don't quite understand all the parameters. But I think with enough miracle you could just make it that third-siahr personal names can give away repeat syllables. I certainly think you should make it that third-siahr names can accept repeat syllables from anyone."
"I think this runs the risk of - running away with us," says the jade guy. "It is possible to get a syllable from the same person twice, even if this usually only comes up if you marry a longtime friend - we don't actually know if it's possible to do it more times because they're scarce resources and those people either save their syllables or only have two different ones to begin with. If you make it so these project-type people can have fifteen-syllable personal names and everybody can pile on as many syllables as they want I don't think any amount of explaining will prevent inflation."
"Okay, so which is worse, inflation or arbitrary scarcity?" asks Mial. "I think arbitrary scarcity is worse. And I think that since our entire starting population of third-siahrs is going to consist of non-dragonish people, we'd better allow long names or a lot of people are going to have to make hard decisions about which two syllables they are most attached to for no especially good reason."
"Okay, what else... for vicarious vanity reasons I kind of want third-siahrs to be able to choose where their natural colour appears on their assumed forms," he says. "Any principled objections to that one?"
The list reads, very conveniently in Leraal:
- No esu
- No spontaneous death
- No dragon magic
- No name expiration
- Ten forms for everyone
- Black-group dragon senses for everyone
- Same chance for lights, sorcerers, mages as non-siahr Elcenians
- Everyone Is Unusual, red- and white-group onset at age ninety-five
- Names can gain syllables even if that person has previously given that syllable to someone else
- (Names can gain at most two syllables from the same person)
- Personal names can have arbitrary length
- Location of natural colour in assumed forms can be intentionally varied (rust/patina/tarnish versions available for relevant metals)
"Thoughts?"
"Uniques happen naturally because of variations in levels of dragon magic, what third-siahrs have instead doesn't naturally come in varying levels because I'm inventing it out of thin air, I may yet decide to incorporate uniques but as of now I haven't. Lazarus! Why do dragons have higher channeling capacity than other people?"
"Minding that this is all about the mean and you can find very high and very low CCs in any species," Kaylo puts in, "fairies and pixies have none as larvae but a lot as adults, more so for pixies than fairies, but for almost every other species it appears to correlate with species lifespan, albeit extremely nonlinearly, with vampires only having the same average as humans - I'll spare you the woolgathering that's been wasted on extrapolating from that - and it's higher in developed countries."
"I think I might have to see someone acquiring CC in order to say anything definitive about how third-siahrs will have it," says Lazarus. "In particular, though, I wouldn't expect becoming a third-siahr to change one's CC. And I would not like to try altering someone's CC deliberately with miracle magic until I knew more about it."
"I am from a different world to begin with. I came here because I heard about shrens and wanted to help distribute miracles to them," Lazarus explains. "I did that, and then there kept being more things wrong with dragons and I kept having to fix them, so now I am helping Mial design better dragons."
"Thank you, helpful turquoise lady," he says. "Sirasiahr - 'Reform Draconic', in Leraal - is a language Lazarus helped me invent. It's like Draconic if Draconic wasn't opinionated about shrens. It has a few extra words as a result, one of them being 'siahr', the category of dragons-and-shrens. These better dragons that I want to invent are being called third-siahrs for now because they don't yet exist and therefore have no proper word of their own, but they're going to be a third kind of siahr."
"...Go on," says Mial. Anyone in the room who is well acquainted with his father or grandfather might find his tone of voice familiar. It is an 'I am making a great effort to listen calmly and politely to what you have to say despite the fact that I strongly suspect I am not going to like it' tone of voice.
The violet representative graciously takes the topic from her. "There are a lot of things bundled in this package, and not everyone who would want to benefit from most of them is going to either already agree with the... politics attached to your language, or have so much as a chance to impress you personally with a well-described reason for their personal feelings that will suit your gatekeeping inclinations. Unless you are planning to even make it available to only a handful of people in your personal circle the first place, which I think would be the sort of thing you'd have wanted to mention when calling the meeting to start or inviting Keo's daughter to sit in as a prospective recipient."
(Meanwhile, Aurin's not talking, but he's chewing his lip and looking at his shoes.)
"I see what you mean," says Mial. "I might disagree on whether Reform Draconic has politics attached in principle, but it certainly seems to have acquired some in practice. However, for... largely coincidental reasons, I think it's unlikely that you're going to find any miracle workers who are keen on original Draconic and its implications. And I am the person designing third-siahrs, and I would find it... troubling to include a switch-to-Draconic option. I am open to being convinced, but you are going to find it a tough sell."
"Excuse me," says Korulen. "Actually, no, don't excuse me, just stop doing that at me, I don't know you."
"Apologies," says the violet. "The points stands whether or not that particular filial relationship would suffer if one party began thinking in Reform Draconic in order to access unrelated things like immortality and the ability to shapeshift into more than one preselected thing."
"I speak Reform Draconic now but I still think in English, at least by default," volunteers Lazarus. "There's no reason a transformed third-siahr couldn't continue thinking in their original native language, with Reform Draconic secondary and Draconic equally accessible. Would that alleviate some of your concerns?"
"I don't know about her but I'd hesitate to bring this whole business up with my grandparents if I did it and it came with the language change," says the blue opal. "Whether I was technically thinking in Reform Draconic or not. It might be enough for me to skip it but I'm already a dragon so it's not as big a deal, I guess? I don't know if you care if a lot of people want to do it though."
He glances at the chalkboard, and sighs.
"But when I put it like that it's obvious I'm just going to have to suck it up." The words (Draconic optional) appear after Third-siahrs speak Reform Draconic. "Okay. Anything else?"
Korulen rolls her eyes at him and he has the decency to wince.
"Other features of siahrs include," says the white miracle briskly, "assorted reproductive traits, songs, customary ages at which various things kick in, answerability to the dragon council -"
Present members of the dragon council look at him very abruptly.
"Answerability to the dragon council is certainly a traditional feature of dragons," says Mial. "Individual third-siahrs might or might not choose to adopt it, and of course it's entirely up to you lot whether or not to let them on your island, I wouldn't dream of trying to put forward an opinion on that question. But in terms of magical rather than political characteristics - yeah, songs seem handy to keep, kicking in at four syllables minimum seems like a reasonable default even when that's not such a significant number... we can maintain line names at two consecutive syllables from a same-gender ancestor, too, I think that's much less of an issue than the personal names... and I don't see any reason to mess with the age thresholds for languages, shifting, or fire, or with the aging rate package as a whole. What else did you mention...?" He looks at the white miracle.
"Ah, the line names thing could be a problem if somebody doesn't have more than one syllable in their entire name. I don't know if this ever happens," says the spelter.
"It happens in Eem," says the violet representative, glowering slightly at Mial, "at least."
He adds a Reproductive traits? list item.
"Not everybody should be able to do that," says the obsidian. "There's already precedent for people without magical names being able to use anything they identify with as a part of their name, and you're fixing the spelter's problem separately anyway. People who don't want to have names shouldn't be giving them out."
"Fair. Okay," says Mial. He notes down the things that third-siahrs are explicitly keeping the same: Namesong available at four syllables and Language and firebreathing kick in at about a month, shifting at about twenty years. "But the repeat syllables thing seems like much less of a problem." The list item goes down as Line names can be assigned by same-gender ancestor using two consecutive syllables (or one repeated in case of extreme scarcity).
"Regarding thudias and parunias," Lazarus pipes up, "that variation also has to do with levels of dragon magic, so it won't naturally occur with third-siahrs. I think probably the most natural thing to do with third-siahrs is have all of their children turn out to be third-siahrs in a parunia-like way, except for ones they have with other siahrs, who might be parunias instead for dragon magic reasons. ...Although now that I've said that, I definitely want us to pay very, very careful attention to how the offspring of dragons and third-siahrs might turn out, because I am afraid that dragon magic will find a way to make it go horribly wrong if we don't."
"Dragon magic is obnoxiously hostile," says Lazarus. "It exists in an amount and if an egg is laid while there's not enough to go around, it either turns out as a shren, or as a silently doomed baby totally outwardly indistinguishable from ordinary dragon babies who will go on to die of not having enough dragon magic before they are a month old unless someone comes along with a miracle and fixes them! The cause of death by old age in siahrs was all of their dragon magic spontaneously draining out and leaving them to die, before I came along and made it stop doing that! Esu exists! Esu exists and shrens exist and siahrs aren't able to shift forms until they're twenty years old! And don't get me started on my opinions about Draconic, because then I will tell you my opinions about Draconic and no one wants that!"
"Sorry. Um. As I was saying. I think that in the case where a third-siahr and a dragon have children, enough dragon magic for a dragon should result in a parunia who isn't a third-siahr and not enough should result in a third-siahr who is also a thudia. That seems simplest and I think it can be accomplished easily and will not give dragon magic any opportunity to screw things up."
"Because left to its own devices, dragon magic sorts the children of dragons and non-dragons into parunias and thudias depending on how much of it is available at the time," he says, "and I don't see any reason to argue with it about that when I have so many better things to argue with it about, and it's easier to design the miracle that creates third-siahrs to work around the way dragon magic naturally deals with things than to try to make dragon magic acknowledge third-siahrs as a special case. I see magic. I know these things."
"Silly," says the emerald representative.
"I agree that it is silly. But I would rather let it be silly than try to anticipate in advance what dragon magic will do if we forbid it to be silly in that way," says Lazarus. "I don't know what it would do. It might do nothing and be perfectly fine. It might come up with yet another way to kill or torment innocent children for no reason. Silliness seems preferable."
"Miracle magic as a whole is extraordinarily bad at producing information unless you are reasonably clever and already have a pretty good idea of what you want to know, and it can't predict the future in any way that would apply to this situation," says Lazarus. "I can see magic and get all sorts of helpful information that way, including things I didn't know I needed to look for, but I do need to be near a particular magic in order to see it, which means that I am not very good at figuring out ways in which a type of magic I don't fully understand yet might interact with a thing that doesn't exist yet at all."
"The - 'silly' case - reminds me of a question. If thudias, or for that matter vampires, who can already shift, get to be third-siahrs how does that apply to the forms we already have?" Korulen asks. "I look like an elf, not like a dragon who's turned into an elf, and it's not all the hair, and even more trivially, my other form has some stuff tucked."
"Well, if you're going to be turned into a third-siahr you'll do it by asking a miracle worker, who will be able to customize those details for you," says Lazarus. "You could be a third-siahr with the elf form you have now, or with a siahr version of your elf form, and you could be a jade third-siahr with no extra thudia silliness or a jade third-siahr who was also a jade thudia, or a third-siahr of some other colour if you liked, with or without also being a jade thudia on top of that. People being turned into third-siahrs have lots of options."
"Is everybody going to get that much customization?" asks Kaylo. "Does that not make it more complicated and labor intensive or do you have to explicitly dictate those parameters every time anyway? It can't be that, at least not in all cases of miracles, you fixed the shrens too fast - unless there's dozens of you? How does this all work?"
"Miracles need a certain specificity of design in order to work at all, but the designs can be copied very easily by subsequent miracles," says Lazarus. "Turning a shren into a dragon doesn't vary at all between one case and the next, because the things that need changing are the same. Turning someone of an arbitrary species, who might or might not have multiple existing forms that might or might not have items tucked, into a third-siahr needs all those trivial questions answered somehow or other, and since this is very very likely to be the first thudia turned into a third-siahr, there will not be any previous cases to copy and so she might as well have everything just how she likes it."
He changes the Reproductive traits? point to Third-siahr/dragon kids are parunias or third-siahr thudias; third-siahr/other kids are third-siahrs, and adds under it Third-siahr parents can choose when and what gender to have kids. He does not explicitly write anything down about cross-fertility, but at least this way third-siahrs aren't going to go around creating whole new sapient species even if they do certain things the dragon council forbids. They will just have third-siahr children with extremely awkward parenting situations.
"Anything else?"
"Okay. But, I don't know, it's not exactly a magical problem, which means a magical solution is going to have to be somewhat cleverer than 'instead of this magic we don't like, do this other magic that we like more'. Never let it be said that I let so trivial an obstacle stop me, however. What exactly was the serious trouble with you, nameless spelter girl, if you don't mind my asking?"
"The fairy ladies I'm acquainted with are all way too scared to try it," says Sashpark.
"Never results in a surviving parunia," says the emerald representative, "so it's considered better to have it fail to result in a surviving parunia quickly enough to save the mother."
"...Ah," says Aurin.
"We are definitely going to solve this problem," says Mial. "But I think our efforts to find a solution may - much as I hate to say this - be suffering from a lack of details. Members of the dragon council present? Do you know where to find an expert on parunia gestation who might be willing to attend this meeting, and would you be so kind as to locate one? I'm wary of inventing a miraculous solution without knowing exactly what I am trying to change. It's a lot like inventing spells in that way. If we come up with one that's good enough I see no reason it wouldn't be possible to apply it to existing dragons as a whole, with, of course, appropriate permission."
He turns around and looks at the list again, in case it makes him think of something. It's getting to be a long list. The chalkboard was definitely a wise idea.
- Third-siahrs speak Reform Draconic (Draconic optional)
- No esu
- No spontaneous death
- No dragon magic
- No name expiration
- Ten forms for everyone
- Black-group dragon senses for everyone
- Same chance for lights, sorcerers, mages as non-siahr Elcenians
- Everyone Is Unusual, red- and white-group onset at age ninety-five
- Names can gain syllables even if that person has previously given that syllable to someone else
- (Names can gain at most two syllables from the same person)
- Personal names can have arbitrary length
- Location of natural colour in assumed forms can be intentionally varied (rust/patina/tarnish versions available for relevant metals)
- Namesong available at four syllables (same as dragons)
- Language and firebreathing kick in at about a month, shifting at about twenty years (same as dragons)
- Line names can be assigned by same-gender ancestor using two consecutive syllables (or one repeated in case of extreme scarcity)
- Third-siahr/dragon kids are parunias or third-siahr thudias; third-siahr/other kids are third-siahrs
- Third-siahr parents can choose when and what gender to have kids (same as dragons)
"Well, still defaulting to 'no', I think, but I haven't given it more thought particularly," he says. "Would it be a good idea to have some third-siahrs turn out to be uniques? I think, if I did make them turn out to be uniques, I'd want the unique status to be late-onset for everyone like unusual is for the red and white groups. I definitely don't want everyone to be uniques because, uh," he shrugs apologetically, "green-groups."
"There's serious thought about unique white-groups eventually being," Kimmet waves up at the sky, "long distance explorers, sometime after we run out of room on the bottom and the moon and stuff."
"I think I heard something about unusuals and uniques having limited form slots," says Mial, "and I'm sure you can all guess my opinion on that but for the record third-siahr uniques are not going to have any fewer form slots than the rest of them. That still doesn't answer how frequently they should naturally occur, though. One-fifth of the time? One-twenty-fifth of the time? I'm picking numbers out of the air at random here."
"...I think part of the problem here is that unique powers are pretty awesome, but green-group unique powers in particular are really really dangerous," says Mial. "Making green-groups just turn out fewer uniques seems like it might be the wrong solution, though, I don't know. I guess anybody who really really wants to be a unique can just convince a miracle worker to take care of that for them anyway..."
"One, two, three, four," he says, looking in turn at Kimmet and the blue opal and the white miracle and the amethyst miracle, "all done, congratulations. If you feel intensely deprived by your restricted form slots I can probably handle that too somehow but I might want to wait until after the meeting because that seems like it would be complicated and fiddly."
He puts a Uniques naturally occur in 1/5 of babies? (Form slots not restricted) list item on the board to remember that for him while he goes back to dealing with this thing.
"I'm trying to invent a new species that is like dragons but without all of the problems of dragons, and apparently one of the problems of dragons is that having parunias is sometimes uncomfortable or fatal for non-dragon mothers, and that's especially a problem because the new kind of dragons is always going to have kids who are also the new kind of dragons. So I want to fix it. I have magic that can do nearly arbitrary things as long as they are sufficiently well-specified, and I want to know enough about this problem to design a solution that will work. If I can do that, I'm sure it will be possible to apply it to dragons as well while we're at it. Can you help me?"
"They'd have to be the size of the head of a pin to fit in with a clutch of fairy eggs," points out Sashpark, "even if that'd work for halflings."
(Korulen leans in Kaylo's direction and gets a translation.)
"Well, then ditch the standard egg size business entirely," says the halfling. "Appear them fully formed in their cribs if you have to, the celebrated gift of pregnancy is overrated."
"Also, fairies have hundreds of eggs at a time," says Sashpark, "would that just carry on as normal, or...?"
"And merfolk," says the amethyst miracle, "albeit not to the same degree."
"Currently controlled by the rarity of parunias," nods the violet representative.
"Right, and with third-siahrs it's nothing but equivalent-of-parunias. Um. Having hundreds of children at once does seem... like a bad idea somehow. If nothing else you'd have to build an entire housing facility just to incubate them all. But the way it works now seems like a much worse problem. I suppose 'third-siahrs just happen to only conceive one or two eggs at a time with no matter what species' is a possible solution..."
"That... is a question. I feel like having children who are as immortal as their parents is a really good default, though, vampires being a special case in particular because of their variable lifepsan I guess... I mean, vampires who feel really strongly about this can, of course, go find a miracle worker. If you're having children with a third-siahr finding a miracle worker probably won't be impossible."
"The number is small. I might remain the only well-known and publicly accessible one for some time, perhaps indefinitely. But I am confident that setting up a way for people to submit requests that is fair and accessible is a solvable problem. I am finding that most things are solvable problems if you have an open mind and a lot of magic."
"Um. Then I don't know," says Lazarus. "And probably the only way to find out is to have a vampire bite a third-siahr after at least one of them exists and see what happens. It might also help if I could see what happens when a vampire bites someone, because that definitely sounds like magic."
"Well, yes, now that I've thought of it, it's - Peshe, put your grandkid back and get the question filtered down," and Peshe takes her grandkid's hand and teleports away, "but you're doing things that have a lot of consequences for a lot of people and I think you've been making it sound more like you know what you're doing than is the case."
He formulates a wish, and thinks about the formulation, and glances surreptitiously at Mial, who helpfully dumps a selection of variously sized coins into his storage. It is mildly alarming how casual Mial is about making coins. He doesn't even use a widget, he just gave himself the magical ability to spontaneously hurt himself at arbitrary levels.
So. Add five extra form slots to a dragon, sure, he can do that. And for the other two, the white opal girl and Quaro the amethyst, he might as well try to get them both at the same time now that he's doing this. He spends an eight. It covers all three of them and spills a little extra dragon magic.
"There," he says, "you now have five more form slots than you previously did, and so do the two new uniques who wanted some, I thought I might as well handle that while I was at it."
"You are not immortal now," says Lazarus, peering at the vampire. "You... I think that's about eleven hundred years? One thousand one hundred and... fifty or sixty? I could probably find out more precisely if I spent a lot of time looking at vampires but I don't especially want to spend a lot of time on that. That is a very arbitrary number. I mean, it's calculated in an extremely orderly fashion, but the only reason it's your lifespan is because the magic says so and it could easily say something else instead, such as for example infinity. I'm very tempted to make all vampires immortal. Is there a good reason why I shouldn't make all vampires immortal?"
The turquoise miracle surreptitiously wishes him a pen and piece of paper and hands it over. The vampire writes down the address and looks at Peshe.
"Anything else he should tell the pontiff? The religion is quite universal, it's nearly as effective at communicating with vampires as telling the council is at communicating with dragons," says Peshe. "If much slower."
"Well. I can see magic and I'd like to look at a vampire biting someone at some point, perhaps a few times with different species, so I can see the magic recalculating lifespan and figure things out about how and why it does it," he says. "But that might not be the sort of thing one bothers the vampire pontiff about, I don't know. If it isn't I'm sure I can find that some other way. If they want to know what I have found out after I find it out, though, they are welcome to ask. Going through Mial is a very good way to get in touch with me."
"...so," says Mial, "it's looking like I probably won't actually be able to design and implement third-siahrs by the end of this meeting. But I think I still want to figure out at least what fraction of them should randomly turn out to be uniques - does one-fifth sound reasonable to everybody as a totally arbitrarily chosen number? And the egg size thing, I want to figure that out too, I don't think we had figured that out nearly well enough before the relevant expert vanished although I suppose the only thing she actually had to contribute was 'make the blasted eggs smaller' and I have certainly taken that advice to heart."
"Does it seem more fair to have third-siahrs hatch uniques at the same rate as other colour groups, or less frequently because they need so much more careful handling? Is she willing to install safety measures in new green-group uniques as they come up? Does she have any other commentary on the subject of uniqueness in green-group third-siahrs? Mention that third-siahr uniques will get their unique powers at age ninety-five, that's relevant."
"Actually I guess I don't have to leave to do any of that," Korulen remarks, and she tilts her head, and then reports: "She definitely thinks you shouldn't make a whole ton of people with the same powers as her. If you do it anyway she'll install safeties and if you do it carelessly she, uh, might want to install safeties on you. She says if you're concerned about fairness you could give some green-groups partial sets of her powers which aren't strictly so dangerous, especially if they don't come in until ninety-five, or if you're particularly miraculous you could just make them all require cooperation on the part of whoever they're being done to."
"I intend to be extremely responsible with my miraculous powers and should give your mom no reason whatsoever to interfere with me. Having green-group unique third-siahrs come in at the same rate as everyone else but require target cooperation for their mind magic sounds like an excellent plan." He alters the list item about uniques appropriately. "I am very miraculous."
"She doesn't do it like a lie detection spell, though," says Korulen, "she does it by looking around at only specific things, and the specificity of the things might be too hard to, uh, specify, in the miracle."
"Consensual green-group-unique-style mind magic across the board is much, much easier to specify than consensual mind magic except for some particular set of things that might work in funny ways and have unclear boundaries," says Mial. "And I don't see an especially good reason to spend time on the fiddly details to make green-group unique third-siahrs slightly less constrained in using their magic to do things they could also do just fine using different magic."
Mial contemplates his list.
"Okay, I think I might be ready to end this meeting," he says. "I will generate copies of the list of characteristics of third-siahrs for anyone who wants one to take away with them. I encourage everyone to find acquaintances and relatives who might want to be third-siahrs and invite them to attend the next meeting, which will be held here, at noon, one week from today. I think that will give Lazarus enough time to stare at a lot of magic and everyone enough time to explain the project to people they know and think of new ideas. Anyone who wants to get in touch with me or Lazarus in the meantime for miracle-related reasons can send me a letter."
"You can get ahold of a substantial amount of magic in a week, I'd hope," says Mial. "And I definitely expect that in a week you can nail down a good estimate of how long the project will actually take you. I don't intend the next meeting to be the last meeting. If I'm not going to get this project done within a day, I might as well take plenty of time on it and hold more meetings to give more people a chance to contribute."
"...Okay," says Lazarus. "I have no idea if miracle magic can do this, but it should not be very difficult to check... um. But I will need you to give me exact lists of people you want to try resurrecting, and I might only be able to do them one at a time so I need to know who you would want first."
"Um... if they died of old age and I bring them back just as they were when they died that sounds like a recipe for terrible failure," says Lazarus, "so maybe what age do you think they would like to be brought back as, and if you don't have a good guess then I will just try to pick something reasonable."
He tries that. Three four five six seven eight—
Linnde Adenn, human blue opal thudia, appears standing in front of Sashpark. She is physically about thirty years old, but remembers her entire life including from when she was older than that.
"While I'm thinking about it, your terminology for miracle units is very stupid," says Mial. "They have shapes. Call them by their shapes. Triangle square pentagon hexagon star cube-star arrow-star, and now never again will anyone have to wonder why the first size of miracle is called a three."
"It's pretty much a complete answer unless you're really interested in the technicalities of a kind of magic that comes from another world and that you can't use," says Mial. "Units of miracle magic come in fixed sizes with associated shapes, yes. And it takes the same size of miracle to resurrect a dead person as it does to miracle a shren, which is to say, big. But I have plenty of them around and I can get more. Who else do you want?"
"Sashpark. Dad remarried."
"...Ye-e-es..."
"We need to talk to him and Izaln - Is there some way we can come back about Papa later, or is this a one-time thing -?" says Linnde.
"Papa shouldn't have to stay dead just because Dad remarried," objects Sashpark.
"If nothing else to warn them, to work out what to say, unless Dad has somehow gotten better at dealing with drama...?"
"Ugh. Fine."
And some of these people do not know how to turn into anything winged, and do not know how they are going to get home, and someone points out that they are not by and large going to find their actual homes unoccupied and will be crowding their kids and grandkids. It looks like it is going to be a logistically complicated day for the Sinnderel family.
Piro lets it be known that anyone who wants a resurrection can, of course, pass requests through him, and he will tell shren alyemi about them. Shren alyemi may or may not require that petitioners speak to him face-to-face in order to receive their miracles; he has not specified.
"Pride," he says. "In both cases. I... do apologize for neglecting my job that way for so long. It always seemed like I would be able to contact him if something sufficiently important came up, and then nothing ever seemed sufficiently important. But as for being on speaking terms with shren alyemi, I don't find that difficult at all now that I've tried it. Switching primary languages turned out to be a very effective way to become much less upset about shrens."
And that is how he ends up miracle-teleporting a nameless jet girl into his living room.
She's finally picked a humanoid form - human, with shiny black hair. She sits down on the floor and hugs her knees and peers around at everything; she still prefers to sit on floors rather than stand or use furniture, because she still has a bit of a problem with ending sequences of bodily movements and it alarms people less if she goes completely limp and falls over when she is already on the floor.
"I know! Libby says I should probably wait to decide if I want a name until I know more about what kind of person I turn out to be when I'm not locked in a horrible little box, and I think that makes a lot of sense!" she says, very cheerfully. "Right now I feel like I don't want a name at all because it seems weird and I don't understand it, but maybe later I'll feel differently!"
(He has been given tips on what sorts of explanations the jet girl seems to grasp best.)
A larger than usual rain of letters drops onto the coffee table. Finnah goes to look through it. Most of it's for Mial; she dumps those in his lap. She has one with a Pra Verian flag on it. She opens it.
She shreds it to the best of her ability with her fingernails. "Mial I want you to pull a miracle out of your ear or wherever they come from and make my parents stop sending me letters I'm sick of it!"
"...I can, actually, miracle it so that letters from your parents are destroyed before ever reaching you," he says thoughtfully. "That wouldn't be hard at all. There, done. Have I not told you where miracles come from? I think I can tell you where miracles come from. It's actually kind of hilarious where miracles come from."
"Miracles," says Mial, "are made out of pain. The size of miracle that can fix a shren or resurrect a dead person comes from about the equivalent of twenty-year esu. Before the miracle workers found shrens they hadn't even ever seen that big of a miracle before because they were all ordinary otherworldly humans who had serious trouble with even a tenth of that."
"I wanna be a snow leopard but I shouldn't turn into things whenever I want because I can only turn into so many things and I'd run out," she says. "I already lost one form when I got dropped, and it can be miracled back but Lazarus is busy and hasn't done it yet. And I can't make miracles yet because I'm not done learning how to be a person."
"I'm used to lots of esu," she explains. "I had lots of esu for a long long time. Not lots of esu is like hardly being able to feel anything at all. It's bad and I don't like it. But I'm getting used to it, it's much better now, maybe someday it'll feel like feeling the right amount of things."
"I wonder what I'm going to do about all these resurrections," he muses. "One at a time seems inefficient, but we checked, a cube-star miracle can't do more than that... there's such a thing as a bigger miracle, but it's ten times the cost, I haven't even tried making one yet."