Walker Of The Worlds

2780  Clues About The Language

Ashy wandered for two days, her frustration growing with each passing hour.

"What kind of humans are these?" she muttered, her feathers ruffling with irritation. "They barely talk, and they don't gossip at all! What a waste of perfectly good ears."

She had never encountered such uncooperative humans before. It was as if they had taken a vow of silence—except they hadn't, because they wouldn't even gossip about that. The last two days had been a drought of entertainment, and all her enthusiasm had withered away like a forgotten fruit left in the sun.

All she had managed to glean were the most mundane of details: the cost of bread, the names of a few places, and the identities of a handful of people. Hardly the earth-shattering intelligence Lin Mu had hoped for.

Ashy sighed dramatically, fluffing up her feathers.

"What do I do now?" she lamented, before finally giving in and contacting Lin Mu.

"Master! These people are worse than Monk Hushu!" Ashy squawked into their mental link. "They don't do anything fun at all! They just walk, and pray, and pray, and pray all day! It's like their brains are stuck on repeat!" If she could cry, she would have drowned in her own tears of boredom.

"That bad?" Lin Mu, who had been patiently awaiting her report, was surprised.