Around Sundown
When he was a boy, before the responsibilities of seminary had taken hold, Calvin had thought there could be no more freeing day than Turning. Particularly Canwyn's Turning. Of course the day felt a little extra special to him, considering that it was the anniversary of his birth, but there was just also something about the mood of this particular festival that he loved above all else. The slant of the light. The flowers everywhere. How everyone seemed to be wholly relieved to let go of the pall of winter. Back in those days, he would practically fall asleep on his feet, squirming in his father's arms when he tried to lift little Calvin away from the dancing and the music and take him home to bed.
His relationship to Turning had changed rather significantly since he was younger, though that didn't necessarily make them less fun. There was just... more on his mind, especially leading up the day's ceremony. But now, at dusk, when few people wanted anything from him other than to see him there, he could, again, become something a little closer to that joyful little boy, and he joined the dance that night with his whole heart, whirling and turning happily through the square with anyone who asked him.
He became aware of his old employer's presence in the line almost as soon as he'd been brought in, and he couldn't help but smile to see him participating, despite the fact that the steps were being called in Aurellian. He happened to be the next person in line when Beau spun out, and he moved quickly to catch him before he lost his balance, he hand warm and steady against Beau's back. "Easy there," he said in warm, amused Clovennian. "You have to take the changes slowly." He spun Beau gently into position, his right palm against Beau's left as they turned in a circle. "But you're picking it up fast."