Charity had no idea where diricawls would go, either. They were small, colorful birds with the ability to disappear at will. Would they like to go somewhere they could disappear, or would they like to be somewhere they could be seen? They'd blend right in in the jungles from her storybooks, but they'd also be good hide-and-seek partners! Though she supposed they'd make horrid pets, with the whole vanishing thing.
She was ready to launch into a monologue about how it seemed most magical creatures didn't make good pets, but Uncle Evander redirected her attention to something even more amazing than diricawls.
"Oh," she said softly, her lips parted in awe as she watched the golden bird hover before a crowd. It was worth drawing, with its long feathers and elegant beak. It was a wonder she'd never seen it before—it was the type of bird that would make a lovely statue.
She grabbed her uncle's hand and tugged him in the bird's direction, her parted mouth turning into a wide smile. "We have to get closer so I can draw it. I need to show Miss Clearwater that I can draw feathers!"
She was ready to launch into a monologue about how it seemed most magical creatures didn't make good pets, but Uncle Evander redirected her attention to something even more amazing than diricawls.
"Oh," she said softly, her lips parted in awe as she watched the golden bird hover before a crowd. It was worth drawing, with its long feathers and elegant beak. It was a wonder she'd never seen it before—it was the type of bird that would make a lovely statue.
She grabbed her uncle's hand and tugged him in the bird's direction, her parted mouth turning into a wide smile. "We have to get closer so I can draw it. I need to show Miss Clearwater that I can draw feathers!"
