There - if she paying enough attention to the animals to draw them, then there was at least an educational element to the outing, and Evander could feel much better about almost enjoying himself.
His mouth twitched at Charity’s evaluation of history. “Well, I’m certain there are less gloomy parts you’ll get to,” Evander remarked, though as he said it no events were exactly leaping to the forefront of his mind. Indeed, the witch hunts of the Americas were not - heartening, exactly. But it would not do to put her off.
Still, he allowed her to pull him along, keeping pace in a neat stride until they were at the aviary, and the diricawl exhibit. (Or so the signage said; Evander was no expert in creatures. Although he had heard some talk of a certain bird from the Americas having recently come to the zoo, which he was a little interested to see...) He scanned the sign first to know what he was looking at before he glanced into the exhibit, and began to read aloud, presuming Charity would be more interested in doing the looking. “Now these are diricawls,” Evander said, “from an island in the Indian Ocean. They can’t fly, but -” one of the creatures illustrated his point a little prematurely, by disappearing from its spot and reappearing somewhere behind a rock, “they might prove a little more difficult to draw.”
His mouth twitched at Charity’s evaluation of history. “Well, I’m certain there are less gloomy parts you’ll get to,” Evander remarked, though as he said it no events were exactly leaping to the forefront of his mind. Indeed, the witch hunts of the Americas were not - heartening, exactly. But it would not do to put her off.
Still, he allowed her to pull him along, keeping pace in a neat stride until they were at the aviary, and the diricawl exhibit. (Or so the signage said; Evander was no expert in creatures. Although he had heard some talk of a certain bird from the Americas having recently come to the zoo, which he was a little interested to see...) He scanned the sign first to know what he was looking at before he glanced into the exhibit, and began to read aloud, presuming Charity would be more interested in doing the looking. “Now these are diricawls,” Evander said, “from an island in the Indian Ocean. They can’t fly, but -” one of the creatures illustrated his point a little prematurely, by disappearing from its spot and reappearing somewhere behind a rock, “they might prove a little more difficult to draw.”
