Wei tilted his head, humming. The idea that simple intonations or sounds could impact a language wasn't exactly alien to him--after all, the whole deal with Chinese was that the word would change depending on the specific tone it was said with.
"I.... think I understand." His voice was tentative as he looked around the room. "It's like..." He thought. "Like how in.... Chinese, how you say a word... changes its meaning."
He would always remember when his brother told him "The Story of Mr. Shi Eating Lions", a silly story that consisted of only the sound "shi" intonated various ways to tell the story of a man who wanted to eat a bunch of lions.
"I.... think I understand." His voice was tentative as he looked around the room. "It's like..." He thought. "Like how in.... Chinese, how you say a word... changes its meaning."
He would always remember when his brother told him "The Story of Mr. Shi Eating Lions", a silly story that consisted of only the sound "shi" intonated various ways to tell the story of a man who wanted to eat a bunch of lions.