By the time they reached the crowd of people surrounding the thunderbird exhibit, Charity had already formed a rough sketch of the create on her pad. It was a difficult creature to draw; its feathers were long and distinct, and its body as angular as it was round. Its beak was so distinct that she could hardly imagine drafting anything that properly resembled it. She let her sketching quill down for a moment to stare up at it as it let out a loud squawk—no, that was the wrong word. It was beautiful and scary at the same time. It was a roar.

"I would be very proud to be in a house called Thunderbird. It's magnificent," she said, unable to turn away from the creature's display of golden feathers to take a glimpse of her uncle's reaction. "I'm sad that he's here. He looks like the type of bird to save people from mortal peril. Could you imagine it, Uncle Evander?" She looked up at him then, her eyes filled with delight. Magical creatures made awful pets, but this might be one worth risking mortal peril for itself.

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