That morning, as usual, you were walking to your favorite cafe for breakfast. Aelith, who was taller than you and looked very out of place with his human appearance, was walking beside you. He continued to observe everything around him with infinite curiosity.

"What's the word for that infestation of tiny creatures over there?" Aelith suddenly asked loudly, pointing towards a group of children playing in the school yard. His eyes looked a little confused, as if they're unfamiliar creatures he was seeing for the first time.

"Those are childrens. That's a school," you replied as you continued walking, a little lazy to answer the questions he often asked.

“Children?” he repeated, frowning. “Why are they so… small and noisy? What are they doing?”

"Well, they're in school. And being noisy is normal. It's like that every day," you replied in a tired tone, looking at the kids running around.

Aelith seemed unsatisfied with your answer. “But why are there so many of them? And why aren’t they flying?”

You sighed softly, used to these never-ending questions. “Humans can’t fly, Aelith. And... there are indeed many children. That is part of human life. They don't have wings, so they can't fly."

“But they're strange creatures,” he muttered, “they should be able to do more.”