Come on wuss it's just a door

[poll_the_stars]

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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[alicornucopia]

"I've gotten Corenta," says Ehail. "I don't know how to find the home shrens."

[poll_the_stars]

"I will ask the dragon council, they'll have records. Countries you've visited and can teleport to in case you have one I haven't and it's faster for me to tell you?"

[alicornucopia]

"Petar and Esmaar. Reverni. Corenta, now. Aveha. I passed through Tava on the way to Corenta. I went to Aqathe once."

[poll_the_stars]

"Okay. Thanks. I will let you know."

"Excuse me," she says to the nearest person in charge, "I'm going to go take care of home shrens. I'll be back later to reset them again, but - yeah, gotta go."

[alicornucopia]

"Thank you," call the amethyst and babyminder in unison.

[poll_the_stars]

She smiles and nods, and teleports to Dragon Island to go find records of shrens. It's a bit weird to be in natural form after working so hard to not around shrens, but she'll cope.

Records of shrens are found, easily located since dragons need to know where not to fly. She writes down all addresses of the little ones stil in esu. Locations are relayed to Ehail where appropriate. And then Avet starts teleporting to places, and flying from there. In her falcon form, because she's aiming for shrens specifically and it's really better to be safe in these circumstances.

She reaches the first house reasonably quickly, lands, and knocks on the door.

[alicornucopia]

This house has an exhausted jet lady and a screaming jet baby.

[poll_the_stars]

"I am a wizard who can let her temporarily fly," she explains. "With a spell. It will reset esu."

[alicornucopia]

"Him," corrects the mother blearily, and then, "wait, what."

"FLY!" screams the baby.

[poll_the_stars]

She casts the spell.

"Fly," she agrees.

[alicornucopia]

The baby escapes his mother, scratching her in the process, and flies.

[poll_the_stars]

Good.

"Come down, please, I can do joyrides later but right now I'm resetting esu across the board," she calls.

[alicornucopia]

"NO. FLY," says the jet.

[poll_the_stars]

"... Other babies are in pain like you were," she hisses. "I need to get to them too."

[alicornucopia]

"NOOOO," screams the jet, flapping off into another corner of the house.

His mother chases him. "Myak! Myak, you come down right now -"

"NO! NO! FLY FLY FLY!"

[poll_the_stars]

"Is there a light nearby?" wonders Avet. "I don't want to drop him out of the air but kind of important -"

[alicornucopia]

"I can't bring him to a light," exclaims the mother. "Myak! Land at once!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO HAVE TO FLY!"

[poll_the_stars]

"Right. Of course," she sighs.

Eyetwitch.

"I can make you stop flying, I do not want to hurt you, but other babies are suffering."

[alicornucopia]

"NO DON'T MAKE IT GO BACK TO HURTING MORE NO I FLY I FLY LOOK I FLY!" wails the baby.

[poll_the_stars]

"You will not hurt when you stop flying. I will be back to let you fly later. You will not hurt again. No more hurting for anyone. Ever."

[alicornucopia]

"LYING," hollers the baby.

"For goodness' sake, Myak!"

[poll_the_stars]

Avet is officially through arguing with a baby. The stakes are too fucking high.

She judges the height of the baby, recalls times when she's crashed from higher without injury, and casts the spell's reversal.

[alicornucopia]

The baby screams and divebombs an ottoman. His mother scoops him up.

[poll_the_stars]

"Sorry," she says. And then she teleports away, to the spot where she can fly to the next location.

[alicornucopia]

Myak is by far her most obstinate patient.