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Belle: Geese are violent and majestic creatures.

Aethea: I know. I prefer ravens because you can train them to talk.
Aethea: And they freak Corrin out.
Corrin: How many times do I have to tell you? It's not ravens that I don't like, it's Messengers. They just happen to usually assume the form of a raven.
Aethea: But if you see a gold band, they do freak you out.
Corrin: Then they're not ravens any- why do I even bother. You never listen anyways.

Belle: But ravens aren't as big. And I've trained my geese to speak, so… yeah.

Belle: Looks down at Mister and gives them an entire sandwhich. There you go, little dude.

Aethea: Depends what KIND of raven. And tehy have teeth better suited for ripping flesh.
Aethea: SOME RAVENS are the size of a chair and have gold bands and-
Corrin: Shut up.
Leo: picks up Mister and hugs him

Belle: Calls over a goose. A particularly large goose. It speaks.

The goose, whose name is Mallard: Hello. I am Mallard, the general of the Goose Army.

Riley: Oh, fun. Corrin, we need Ma'at here. Now.
Corrin: Fine. summons Ma'at, a raven the size of a normal sized chair with a gold band around his leg
Ma'at: Message?
Corrin: None. Introduce yourself.
Ma'at: muttering Calling me here without a message, the nerve- Oh. Yes. I am Ma'at, one of the original Messengers. We are not actually called Messengers, but exactly seventeen known people can pronounce our name, not counting ourselves.
Corrin: And the seventeen includes me.
Leo: hands Mister a lollipop For dessert!

Belle: Ma'at. Order, one of two fundamental aspects of Ancient Egypt. Ma'at, Ra. Isfet, Apophis, Apep… Isfet, Chaos, the second of two fundamental forces in Ancient Egypt.

Ma'at: I wish. No, I'm called Ma'at because yes, the goddess. But it's short for my name, which also only a handful of people can pronounce.

Belle: Try me, Ma'at.

Ma'at: Alright. Ma'ḫtu * ḫkaa.

Belle: Oh, that's easy. MAH-hchtoo HCHKA.

(HCH represents a sound like someone hawking spit.)

Ma'at: No. That makes my name sound like a sneeze. It's Maa-HAAH-ttu-*-HAAH-KAA.

(close, actually. the ḫ is teh Arabic letter HAA. the closest English translation is the sound you make when you exhale deeply to fog up glass. The * is something i am not even sure how to type. I'm the only person I know who can make this sound. I have a deformed uvula, but basically, you inhale air from deep down your esophagus and it makes a noise like- ever blown up a balloon and held the edges tight so some air squeaks by? and the result is an obnoxious squeak. picture that, but raspier and not so high. the ttu is also an Arabic sound. a T sound but pulled from the very back of your throat.)

Belle: Damn. I was close, though.

(Yeah, I'm good with phonetics. I've never seen that h before, and I can't type it. I did the closest sound I knew. And the asterisk was confusing. Ancient Egyptian is weird.)

Ma'at: I don't sound like a sneeze.
Corrin: grins Wanna try pronouncing his species?

Belle: Fair enough. And… do I want to? Do you want to try pronouncing my real name?

Ma'at: You probably don't want to. And I have better things to do with my time, like deliver the messages and not sit around asking people if they can pronounce my name. Oh, yeah. to Corrin, in a perfect imitation of someone's voice Nope.
Corrin: The message was 'nope'? He could have just told me.
Ma'at: shrugs, as best as a raven can do Not my problem. Goodbye, humans, mortals, demons, various assorted creatures. disappears
Corrin: to Mister It's Meḫraani * baattiḫ.

Belle: MEH-HAAH-rahnee-*-bahtee-HAAH. Is that it?

(Did I get it?)

Corrin: pets Mister MEY-HAAH-raahnii-*-bahtti-HAAH. Pretty close. The * is deeper this time.
Aeteha: Y'all sound like you're having heart attacks, vomiting, or both.

(What the hell I’ll come back ig)

Avrey: chuckles. god, th-then I shouldn’t even suggest the name of the dimension she l-lives in. gestures to Estee.
Estee: giggles. the word might implode on us

Aethea: Imploding is fun.
Leo: to Mister Lookit the flying kitty!

Estee: writes it out. if one of you can even barely pronounce this, I’ll give you all the answers to life’s greatest questions. And a cookie.
Avrey: o-oh no.
The paper: reads- Xgiørêtüuhxvxkøltøatëkzvakâtøøxønêxexéø

Corrin: What kind of cookie?
Riley: Whatever kind it is, I know a better kind.