Starling would arrive next, saying how it was fun, or something of the nature. He would give another groan, shooting Star a look. It wasn't that he didn't like his brother, or valued his opinion, but he did hate this stupid language. How Starling could be so excited to learn more about it he didn't know. It was hard. The language muddled together in his brain when his father spoke the words and the explanations, so it just made it harder to grasp it. He would set his head on his paws and flick his tail irritably.
"What's the point of learning it though? It's not like many people can speak it... and it's easier just to speak like this..." The young man would grumble. "Perhaps we could make the lesson into something else?" He asked, looking to his father. But he wasn't hopeful that Bass would actually agree.
