"Aurelius! Au-re-li-us! Not Feather Quill!" The artifact groaned miserably, drooping slightly before finally resigning itself to its tragic fate.
"Ugh, forget it. What can I expect from a cub who isn't even a full year old yet? Of course you can't read or remember complicated things. Look at these characters…this is a language from another world!"
Maomao nodded vigorously like a little bobblehead doll, his chubby cheeks bouncing. "Yes, yes! Divine language! Very fancy!"
"It is called English," Aurelius declared proudly, puffing out its golden feathers as if it had invented the entire universe. "It is the supreme language of that other realm!"
Maomao blinked, scratching his messy hair with a mud-stained finger. "Ing-lish? What is Ing-lish? Can you eat it?"
Aurelius froze mid-air, its golden glow flickering violently in sheer disbelief. "Eat it?! Why is everything about food with you little beast cubs?! No, you cannot eat it! It is the name of the language!"
