“No one is going home until all these birds have been dealt with,” Evander said sharply, at Miss Selwyn of Experimental Charms’ remark. It may have been a joke (he understood the context) but he hoped they would forgive him if his nerves were getting a little frayed as the garden got ever more crowded, and everyone around him seemed spectacularly useless at making any progress with this problem whatsoever.
That included Farley, who was (naturally) one of Zelda’s office misfits, and about as unpromising as any help could seem. “Either the tree itself, or something lodged up in it,” Evander theorised, craning his neck to try and see past the chunky partridge still perching near where all hte birds seemed to be materialising from. “Perhaps someone ought to get up there and look?” He looked pointedly at Farley – he was the youngster here, after all, never mind the artifact man.
Next he turned to Miss Selwyn, for her opinion of the charms. “Are the birds mundane, do you suspect, or are they,” Evander shuddered as a turtle dove beat its wings a little too close to his head for comfort, “– conjurations?”
That included Farley, who was (naturally) one of Zelda’s office misfits, and about as unpromising as any help could seem. “Either the tree itself, or something lodged up in it,” Evander theorised, craning his neck to try and see past the chunky partridge still perching near where all hte birds seemed to be materialising from. “Perhaps someone ought to get up there and look?” He looked pointedly at Farley – he was the youngster here, after all, never mind the artifact man.
Next he turned to Miss Selwyn, for her opinion of the charms. “Are the birds mundane, do you suspect, or are they,” Evander shuddered as a turtle dove beat its wings a little too close to his head for comfort, “– conjurations?”
