She had been taking his hand all day long and still every time it made something in him jolt. He didn’t know a great deal about children, but he couldn’t help but think this was a good sign. That she was growing more comfortable with the change, more confident in her new life. So he hoped, anyway.
“I’m sure she’ll be very impressed,” Evander said diplomatically, before Charity had even had time to begin her next sketch. Or maybe she had - he had paused to look at this creature for a moment before he gravitated towards the exhibit signage, merely drinking in the sight of it first.
“Something from the Americas that’s a little less gloomy for you,” he concluded, trying to distil the awe the golden bird produced into something a little more rational. A Thunderbird was as good a tonic as any to having studied all the witch hunts. “I believe one of the school houses in America is named after the thunderbird,” Evander added offhand; indeed, he knew this to be true, because Miss Delaney had told him this herself.
“I’m sure she’ll be very impressed,” Evander said diplomatically, before Charity had even had time to begin her next sketch. Or maybe she had - he had paused to look at this creature for a moment before he gravitated towards the exhibit signage, merely drinking in the sight of it first.
“Something from the Americas that’s a little less gloomy for you,” he concluded, trying to distil the awe the golden bird produced into something a little more rational. A Thunderbird was as good a tonic as any to having studied all the witch hunts. “I believe one of the school houses in America is named after the thunderbird,” Evander added offhand; indeed, he knew this to be true, because Miss Delaney had told him this herself.
