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why is there a word for that
Finnah's just arrived at work to open the store for the morning shift; she has her apron on but hasn't put her hair up yet. She lets in the customer who always takes half an angle to determine that he wants four buttercreams, again, and then nips into the back to tend to her hair and check the overnight progress of the rock candy.
This isn't the back.
But that -
No, he's too tall to be Mial, if this is a Mial prank it's a stupidly elaborate one.
"Okay, I give up," she says, "what the hell?"
This isn't the back.
But that -
No, he's too tall to be Mial, if this is a Mial prank it's a stupidly elaborate one.
"Okay, I give up," she says, "what the hell?"
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"Of people I've been attracted to in passing, mostly girls. Of people I've fallen in love with—both guys, but it's not a high number to begin with so I don't know if it's just coincidence," says Stalas.
"That's weird, I wonder why we're all different?" says Mial.
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"Yeah?" says Mial.
"There's no - social censure, is there, for liking both, where you're from?"
"No..." says Mial.
"There's quite a lot on Barrayar. Stalas?"
"Not... not a lot," says Stalas, "but dwarven population problems, so. I've always meant to marry a nice girl and settle down eventually. Do my part. Or at minimum screw a lot of noble hunters when I'm older and ready to have kids. And while it's not exactly something you get heat for, it's not something you flaunt, either."
"So apparently the Platonic form of the Miles is bisexual, and I've just had it beaten out of me by Barrayaran social norms," Miles concludes. "And Stalas has had his bisexuality slightly dented, and Mial's is flourishing."
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"What is that?" asks Aurin.
"It is why she is so pretty and long-haired and whatnot. Fiddly business with her - do you have, you know, genomes, in Elcenia, you are a magic dragon, how should I know."
"...I mean, I can tell that it's a word, in your language, which means things, but not as such," says Aurin.
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"Dragonishes," says Mial. "I want to hear this too."
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"Exactly like, sometimes," says Finnah levelly, "if they're full-blooded dragons, in the same species of form. Parunias like Mial or his dad, not so much. But for humans and so on, yeah, people look like their parents more or less."
"So, the reason that happens - at least in humans; I can't begin to speculate on why dragonishes work that way - has to do with very tiny chemical 'instructions' all through all the cells of the body, which are split into various halves for gametes and recombined -"
"Does this have anything to do with why I can only ever have daughters, assuming I don't enlist outside help or spontaneously start liking boys?" Finnah asks.
"Yes, or at least so I'd assume - females have two of a specific sub-instruction and males have one of those and one of a different one, instead. Anyway, with the right equipment you can have a detailed look at those instructions and change them around, and it's customary in my social class of origin to do this as a matter of such total routine that I don't technically have parents but do have many substantial advantages at almost everything relative to untampered-with humans."
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"It's possible we could find out," says Miles. "Linya? Where'd you put that med scanner? Or would we need something more involved?"
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"Uh, what's that?" asks Aurin.
"It picks up medical sorts of information about you noninvasively."
"Medical sorts of... huh?"
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"...What?" says Miles.
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"Where you're from what happens if someone gets injured, or sick?"
"Uh, they go to a light?" says Finnah. "Unless they are a light, and then they go to a witch and pray."
"And a light is...?"
"Oh wow, no lights," breathes Finnah.
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"Well that sounds convenient," says Miles.
Stalas is just sort of staring in deep envy.
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"And witches are...?" says Linya.
"Oh," Aurin puts in, "lights don't work on themselves or each other, so if they get sick or hurt they go to witches, who make potions that do various things, depends on the witch, painkillers or shampoo or, since Mial is planning to be obnoxious with his natural form these days, I suppose scale polish - whatever."
"Okay, well, 'medical stuff' is more similar to witchcraft than to lightcraft, where we're from," says Linya, "and it involves perhaps most centrally knowing what's wrong. If you've been - poisoned and with what, or if you broke or strained something and exactly where, or if your heart's beating too fast, or what your body temperature's doing - any of that counts as medical information. The scanner is really less useful for seeing what dragonishes have in the way of genes than the sequencer is - I'm not sure if I'll need separate blood samples per form to look into that or what."
"The blood should be the same. I mean, at least according to vampires," Finnah says.
"...Vampires," says Linya.
"Oh, I guess you don't have those either. Do you have anything?" wonders Aurin.
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"We have humans," says Miles.
"In my world, humans and dwarves and elves and qunari and darkspawn," says Stalas. "And far, far less 'medical stuff'. But healing magic does exist, although not as commonly as it sounds like for you."
"As far as we can tell, my and Linya's and Mark's and Ivan's world just doesn't have magic at all," says Miles. "These places need names very badly. I nominate - hmm - Nexus for ours."
"'Thedas' works for mine, it's the name of a planet but there's only one relevant planet," says Stalas. "I'm not actually completely certain it's the name of the entire planet, now that I think of it, it might just be one landmass, surface navigation is not something I've ever concerned myself with. But close enough, anyway."
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"I admit I'm not totally sure how a language goes about bullying someone," says Stalas.
"I have a pretty good idea," says Miles.
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"...Right track, yeah," says Mial.
"Thought so," says Miles.
"Is this a life experience I should be glad I missed out on?" says Stalas.
"Very," says Miles.
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"Grandfather's okay in most ways," says Aurin. "Just - not about that."
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"Mine tried to kill me," offers Miles. "Before I was born, and then afterward. We... got mostly straightened out all right, though, around when I learned to walk. Bonded over his horses."
"Neither my world in general nor my grandfather in particular has horses," says Mial. "But I doubt it would've made much difference if they did."
"Also, wait, Mial and Aurin's grandfather? That's... that's different from our genealogical arrangement," says Miles. "I wonder who corresponds? Stalas and I don't seem to share any ancestors we can confirm, but he never met his mother so she's a question mark."
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"Sounds like my nuclear family just sort of - snipped off and stashed under Piotr," says Ivan. "My dad died almost right when I was born."
"Mine had time to name me," says Aurin, "so there's that, Mial and I are both members of the Only People With Our Line Names Club, since Grandfather and Uncle Avar had a disagreement about whether Avar's line name belonged on Mial and Mial hadn't been named yet at the time."
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"Well, as long as you can do it while someone else from your world holds the door, I don't see why not," says Miles. "And then we could probably confirm who if anyone they're alts of. What are their names?"
"Avar and Koridaar."
"...That sounds reasonably like Aral and Cordelia..."
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"Luckily enough, or you probably wouldn't get to meet her," says Finnah.
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"Two hundred thirty-three," says Mial. "Late seventies equivalent. Healthy, though."
"That's going to be weird," murmurs Miles.
A thought occurs to him, and he pens a note to Linya: That third dose of Lalita's blood just sprang to mind. Do we know its effects on old age? Can we think of a safe way to test?
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