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Yvette Larinyan ([personal profile] poll_the_stars) wrote2015-04-27 06:43 pm

Come on wuss it's just a door

Avetlarinyarenesaar... Is currently trying to force herself to walk another few steps. She hasn't managed it, yet. Her reason for stopping was perfectly ordinary - check the address, make sure it was correct, be sure she was in the right place. She'd been quite sure, but there wasn't any downside to double checking, so she double checked. And triple checked. She stopped herself from quadruple checking, but she wanted to anyway. To - be sure that she was right. Yes. Not because she was procrastinating, or nervous, or thinking what am I going to say? She wanted to be sure that she was right.

Well. She's right. She checked three times, there's no doubt to it.

"Look," she mutters to herself, "I get it, it's scary, but deal. You are not allowed to - to -" To what? Go home? Maybe try to work up the courage later? Maybe try and avoid the shren house like so many other dragons?

It was a door. It's idiotic to be afraid of a door. Sure, there were shrens on the other side of it, but there could conceivably be shrens on the other side of lots of doors, some of them were in hiding, hair dye existed. Subtle colors existed. She could have been near shrens any number of times.

That - did not actually make her fear go away. Instead it makes her want to curl up in her little apartment and not go outside again.

Great. Okay. Stop that train of thought, it's not useful. If she stands here any longer, people are going to stare. (Is that person over there staring? Probably. Damn.) Just - door. Go. Walk.

She forces herself to walk to the door, somewhat stiffly. And then she is at the door. ... Does she knock? Does she just open it and go in? She has no idea. It's customary to knock, so... She takes a deep breath and does so. Resisting the urge to flee and teleport away (or scamper into the bushes) isn't easy, but she manages it.
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[personal profile] alicornucopia 2015-04-29 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
And thus did all of the babies at this house fly.

"I can't teleport to the other two," says Ehail.
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[personal profile] alicornucopia 2015-04-29 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes. Just write the spell down for me. Is it intentionally complex...?"
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[personal profile] alicornucopia 2015-04-29 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
"No. Go."

Ehail teleports away.

The jade guy, festooned with baby shrens, blinks at Avet.
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[personal profile] alicornucopia 2015-04-29 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
The iceberg has an entrance, but it's filled with water.

Someone swims up in merfolk form presently. "Jensal called. Are you Avet?"
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[personal profile] alicornucopia 2015-04-29 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Do you have a merfolk form? I have to call the council to bring them up, but there's a small pocket of air in the iceberg with enough space for a baby to fly a little..."
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[personal profile] alicornucopia 2015-04-29 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
The water would be comfier if she'd wound up with a luckier subspecies of merfolk, but it's livable even for a shallows-Eem one. The amethyst shows her the way into the iceberg. There are babies; they are ushered into the air pocket, which is used mostly for storage but is quickly cleared out to let them fly.
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[personal profile] alicornucopia 2015-04-29 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
And the babies are flown and very happy and damply affectionate.
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[personal profile] alicornucopia 2015-04-29 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
"I've gotten Corenta," says Ehail. "I don't know how to find the home shrens."
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[personal profile] alicornucopia 2015-04-29 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Petar and Esmaar. Reverni. Corenta, now. Aveha. I passed through Tava on the way to Corenta. I went to Aqathe once."
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[personal profile] alicornucopia 2015-04-29 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you," call the amethyst and babyminder in unison.
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[personal profile] alicornucopia 2015-04-29 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
This house has an exhausted jet lady and a screaming jet baby.
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[personal profile] alicornucopia 2015-04-29 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Him," corrects the mother blearily, and then, "wait, what."

"FLY!" screams the baby.
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[personal profile] alicornucopia 2015-04-29 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
The baby escapes his mother, scratching her in the process, and flies.
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