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]

In that case, he asks the lift to take him to said office. (This seems politer than just teleporting directly into it unannounced.)

[alicornucopia]

Keo is indeed still there.

So is an elf man who is... attached... to her.

[nonbird]

"Oh, hello," he says. "That's interesting. I finished fixing all the doomed babies! I didn't make any green-group uniques, but lots of unusuals, and plenty of uniques in the other groups. You might have to find a new word."

[alicornucopia]

"The Draconic word is the same, but yeah, it might start translating differently," says Keo. "What's interesting?"

[nonbird]

"That," he says, with a gesture that takes in Keo and her elf. "Your mind... thingy. I saw it earlier but I wasn't really paying attention and didn't pick up on the details; it's much clearer with both of you in the room."

[alicornucopia]

"Oh. Yes. It's the only one around at the moment... Anyway. Thank you for fixing the babies. After a couple of years I suppose there will be a drop in conceptions because people who want kids nowish won't have had to try fifteen times..."

[nonbird]

"That... is a depressing statistic," says Lazarus, blinking. "You're welcome. I - hmm - I forgot to keep track of the time, oh dear. Do you happen to know both what time it is now and what time it was when I first talked to you?"

[alicornucopia]

"It's about fourteenth-and-same now and it's been maybe three angles since then."

[nonbird]

"I am somewhat late, in that case. Thank you! Bye!"

And back to where he left the miracle couple on the bottom of the world.

[alicornucopia]

They apparently gave up on him; there is a heap of scales where they changed and otherwise nothing.

[nonbird]

Well then. He's just going to assume they're all right. They can fly, after all.

The single-minded purposeful energy that carried him through the un-dooming of almost three hundred babies has begun to fade. He could go track down Kaylo again, and ask him strange questions about the draconic aging lack-of-process. Or he could go track down Libby and find out what arrangements she's making for housing the three of them while they wait for Milliways.

He does the second thing.