L'allievo insegna a

He was lounging in his forever favorite spot, upon the top of the flattened rock that made up the roof of their den. When Starling called out of him, telling him it was time to learn. Ears fluttered and pinned back to his head, eyes rolling as he ducked his head under his legs. He didn't like herbs, and he didn't want his own kid to teach him about it. There was no shame in it, he found it adorable, but herbs? Really? Ick. That was more Harmony and Rhythm's department, Motif and Bass were the fighters. And Chord... he actually wasn't quite sure. A mediator, perhaps. Tail thumped on the flat rock as he peeked over his legs, picking out his brown and white form. Well, there was no use in hiding when Starling was so close, he had probably already seen his pale form against the gray rock. Wiggling towards the back of the rock, he rose his head and shook it. "No grazie!" he called with a laugh, trying to duck out of the training.

"Speech"
"Italian"