April 22nd, 1890 - The Selwyn House, London
C-Covering only
The fables and hands
The rest is out in the cold
August still was not sure what to think of this, but it was a rare sunny day in London, and Lysander had been charmed by the train on the way over and further by the carriage ride from King's Cross to the Selwyn household. August helped him out of the carriage with his free hand, which Lysander held onto on the way up the stairs to the front door of the house. August rang the doorbell and was let in by the butler, who left them in the entryway when he went to fetch Mrs. Selwyn. August craned his neck up and looked around; Lysander had gone from holding his hand to bouncing on the balls of his feet.
"Now remember," August said, looking down at his son, "What are we going to say when we see Mrs. Selwyn?"
"Thank you for the presents," Lysander parroted, although of course once she arrived he ducked behind August's legs, gazing past him with all the shyness a six-year-old could muster.
"Afternoon, Mrs. Selwyn," August said brightly. Lysander waved at her with one hand.
"Now remember," August said, looking down at his son, "What are we going to say when we see Mrs. Selwyn?"
"Thank you for the presents," Lysander parroted, although of course once she arrived he ducked behind August's legs, gazing past him with all the shyness a six-year-old could muster.
"Afternoon, Mrs. Selwyn," August said brightly. Lysander waved at her with one hand.