something she can use

[alicornucopia]

Ehail blinks, when she finds the bar instead of her room.

She goes in.

She looks out the window, at the exploding things.

"I don't think this is my planet," she observes to herself, tucking silver hair behind her ear.

~~~

with Elysse

with Lazarus

Comments

[nonbird]

"That depends on how many there are. Definitely the ones under twenty, but if the rest are a very long list then I should probably wait to get to them until I've dragoned all the little ones and then gone and told them about it."

[alicornucopia]

"Right then..." The dragon starts listing various addresses; he renders numbers into English where applicable but most of the rest of it is in an assortment of other languages.

[nonbird]

Lazarus decides that the most obvious way to keep them all straight would be to teleport to each one as the dragon lists them. One, two, three, four, five - with those still fresh in his mind, he makes a wish - six, seven, eight...

[alicornucopia]

"...Noets, Drast. That's the last one," concludes the dragon. "Is that everything besides the person en route to inspecting the site of the violets' house?"

[nonbird]

"Yes, I think so," he says, making the wish for these three. "Thank you!"

Oh, and he's gone and teleported away with Quaro's minimally mysterious speaking crystal. He returns to the iceberg. Now that he's been to all eight stray shren baby locations, he shouldn't have any trouble going back to them to explain things.

[alicornucopia]

Quaro's not there anymore. Perhaps he has disappeared into the iceberg to share the news, since there are now some larger dragons in the air too.

[nonbird]

Lazarus decides that he can return the crystal later. Or maybe borrow paper and pen from someone to leave it on the ledge with a note. Just dropping it there seems impolite somehow.

He teleports to the house of the oldest out of those eight baby ex-shrens.

[alicornucopia]

It's a house. It's very remote; this appears to be a farm of some kind.

[nonbird]

That's only logical.

He goes up to the door, wonders if people knock on doors in this world, and decides that the presumably-adult dragon inside is close enough that he doesn't have to. "Hello!" he calls through it. "I'm a miracle worker from another world and I just turned your baby shren into a dragon!"

[alicornucopia]

Someone answers the door; she's got matte black hair that matches her baby's scales where he's sniffling in her arms. "I beg your pardon?" she says. She looks like it's possible that she hasn't had a good night's sleep in days.

[nonbird]

"I am a miracle worker from another world and I just turned your baby shren into a dragon," he repeats. "He can fly now."

[alicornucopia]

The woman blinks at him tiredly.

The baby, on the other hand, understands too, and scrambles out of his mother's arms and flaps up to a ceiling decoration, to which he clings, giggling.

[nonbird]

"See?" says Lazarus. "I hope you get some sleep soon! Bye!"

And he's off to the next oldest baby.

[alicornucopia]

The rest of them are more or less like this, though the ones with two parents present tend to have at least one lucid enough to make perfunctory thankful conversation.

[nonbird]

He waves goodbye to the youngest baby and returns to the iceberg ledge to see if Quaro or anyone who might be willing to give Quaro his crystal back is nearby.

[alicornucopia]

There are more dragons in the air now. One of them could be Quaro; it's kind of hard to tell.

[nonbird]

Hmm. Well, visually speaking he can only narrow it down as far as which ones are amethyst, but dragon magic comes with details, particularly in the sections for chosen forms. He looks around until he sees one whose assortment looks familiar.

Unfortunately Quaro does not seem to be paying much attention to the iceberg. And Lazarus isn't sure he wants to interrupt. He looks around for somewhere to leave the crystal where it will be out of the way enough not to get stepped on or kicked over the edge, but still visible to passersby.

[alicornucopia]

There are various nooks and crannies in the ice near the entrance tunnel.

One of the babies, a spelter, divebombs Lazarus when he notices him. "Miracle-worker!" he exclaims, clinging by four feet worth of claws to Lazarus's shirt and bumping noses with him.

[nonbird]

"So I keep hearing!" he agrees. "Hello. You're very cute. I accidentally ran away with Quaro's mysterious speaking crystal, so I came back to return it."

He identifies a likely-looking cranny, but decides that he might as well stick around to converse with the adorable baby a little, so the crystal can stay in his pocket for now.

[alicornucopia]

"I can get Quaro for you," volunteers the baby. "He is up but I can go up."

[nonbird]

"You can! You can go up," says Lazarus. "I'm very glad you can go up."

[alicornucopia]

"I can go up because miracles! Do you want Quaro now?"

[nonbird]

"Yes, all right."

[alicornucopia]

The little dragon licks him on the cheek, probably affectionately given the context, and flutters up to chase a large lazily gliding amethyst. Said large lazily gliding amethyst listens, then turns into a ptarmigan and flies down and then turns into a dwarf again. "Belthee said you wanted to see me."

[nonbird]

"I came to give you your crystal back," he says, handing it over. "I didn't mean to interrupt your flying, but then Belthee offered to go get you and I found it very difficult to turn him down, on account of he's adorable."