“I confess I have little idea where a diricawl would most like to go, if it did have the freedom,” Evander replied, failing a little to suppress his amused (and a little bemused, being honest) smile at the curiosity of Charity’s imagination. Tearing up her homework, too! (So those were her worries, and she had some of the Darrow genes he had gotten - that much was suddenly evident. Well, good. She might have some actual sense.) “I can’t imagine it would be entertained by anyone’s office for long.” After terrorising town, back to Mauritius they would go, he supposed.
“Oh look, now there’s a creature worth drawing,” Evander said, pointing over at another exhibit in the area, recognising that rare creature on sight because it was one he had deliberately looked up once. A Thunderbird. All the way from the Americas, it must be! (Charity had just covered the Americas in her history lessons, she had said; that was a perfect excuse. It need have nothing to do with a conversation he had once had with a certain someone else.) He gazed at it from a distance. It was far larger than the diricawls, and many times more majestic. “Now that bird looks like much less of a nuisance, don’t you think?”
“Oh look, now there’s a creature worth drawing,” Evander said, pointing over at another exhibit in the area, recognising that rare creature on sight because it was one he had deliberately looked up once. A Thunderbird. All the way from the Americas, it must be! (Charity had just covered the Americas in her history lessons, she had said; that was a perfect excuse. It need have nothing to do with a conversation he had once had with a certain someone else.) He gazed at it from a distance. It was far larger than the diricawls, and many times more majestic. “Now that bird looks like much less of a nuisance, don’t you think?”
