The soft scales yet to harden, the four tiny limbs and that little cry, how can I even resist such a pretty thing?
Luckily I have a habit of storing some meat in my mini-fridge, located in the tiny dining room. Taking out a piece I cut it into tiny pieces and hand-fed the thing.
Five days ago, the little thing had never left my side since its birth, I will never part with it.
Birdie took a seat, her face disgruntled. I ignored her and looked down at the little thing hiding in my chest area, flashed a rare smile.
So many thoughts entered my mind, it had been such a long time since I let loose. Compared to earth where every man was mostly for themselves before a selective few built a somewhat safe haven, while assembling the ships as quickly as possible to escape from the dying earth.
Or those with realm stepping powers to escape to another realm but those were futile. Earth was the core, with the fall of earth those connecting realms would also.
I wonder if this world had realm steppers, I had only glimpsed two realm steppers and one had been crushed under the paw of a feline servant of that mad queen.
My bad habits I had tried so hard the last fifty years of my life to being rid of seems to trickle back in. There is no more husband or friends to carefully pamper and guide me or children and grandchildren to divert my attention.
I bit my lower lip and allowed my eyes to flutter close to hide the viciousness within.
As if sensing the change in my demure, the baby Crocodile; dubbed baby Croc, made a low sound, I reflexively reached out to pet it then returned to looking out the window.
Soon the teacher arrived, his mellow voice echoing loud enough for every student in the fair-sized classroom to hear.
"Class, break is over, pay attention. Today we will discuss the reason why our languages have such rich history."
Right, finally the history of languages.
This is a class that I have found quite interesting.
Already on earth before some languages are mixed and meshed into another to make a new but still are… To those 'professors'
Grammatically correct.
Sitting straighter my ears perked, I listened even though I could read about it personally.
"Good, now, let us begin. Now each of you has been taught the main language of your family, unique to your line and spoken among close family members and trusted servants. These languages can be broken down as the most popular by the fall of ancient earth… see here… Cantonese, Hindi, American English, Bahasa Baku (standard dialect), Urdi but that was known as a Co-official language still those from that country had fought to keep their official language alive by demanding it become the only official language, Portuguese and following this to be noted is a country back then that had been admired for the most diverse linguistic country in the world like the one mentioned before the last this country had English listed as its official language albeit for those not in rural or less educated students and those who lived with traditions and learned the language of their ancestors. The language was after the first mad Queen war on earth became Hausa. These languages are used but also broken down in their own dialects, forming their own subcategories. Now each student already knows our main language and two other main languages passed from parent to child. After this, you had been given the chance upon entry into the school to learn a new minor language--dialect… "
While he spoke I carefully took notes diligently, I had skipped two grades so I had been behind the first year but thankfully I am a quick learning and recovered just as quickly.
So even though I had been behind, it had only been a short few weeks before I caught up enough that communication and writing were not difficult, the brain in this body was truly amazing.
"In a few weeks, the finals will be approaching, as you know that the majority of your overall schools this year is for the language because you will be tested in categories. This will be a total of 35% of your overall score:
Twelve languages will be tested including our common language, the eleven common subcategories…"
I felt excited by this because finally this year I can recover as the rank one student. After that class was finished and we all were allowed to leave.
I made sure to take advantage of all this because in the next three years from now will only be a wish.
Students then will not be allowed to leave school grounds.
Birdie appeared once again after class, I pursed my lips feeling discontented by this foolish person who continued to pop up in front of me like 'pop goes the weasel' annoying yours truly about trivial matters.
What can not be understood? This is my pet, mines!
I will not be parting with it no matter what, and if she doesn't mute herself I will help her by beheading her tongue.
"Birdie, before you knew me, you were a yes man. What happened? Was it all a farce?"
I questioned in a cold tone.
The older girl, in particular, looked at me with a startled look, I could not help but lift the corner of my lips seeing the ghostly pale look of hers, even her 'trembling like a leaf,' form excited me, would she pass out from fear?
I made a tch sound while I waited.
"Young miss Jah, it is not that, it's just..."
"Don't do like those foolish girls by allowing your words to trail off, it's annoying and I hate that. Just cough up the reply so I can leave this place!"
Her eyes widened, nervousness exuded from her slightly taller, mature form.
To save time I quickly stored my items then I stood from my seat watching as Birdie stumbled back.
" Birdie, stay away from me, I don't like being bothered. Especially about matters I find trivial, I have already made myself clear, I gave you a chance to explain yourself but somehow your brain became addled."
Brushing past the trembling girl I had almost reached the door when she spoke once again in the empty room.
There was a bang, curios because I liked this birdie; I turned and looked at her. There she knelt on the ground.
I have to give it to her, she gave up her dignity to kneel down to me, isn't that dedication?