Re: Llewellyn + Bellamy | Early evening
Calvin sometimes thought that the most difficult part about Heuris Turning -- other than the deep physical exhaustion that accompanied every Turning -- was the robes he had to wear. In theory he could have shed them after the ceremony, but never opted to, considering his love of tradition. They weren't particularly heavy, but even without a layer underneath them, by this point in the evening they stuck to his skin, even away from the bonfire.
There were little slips of paper in his pocket, secrets to burn, but he'd told himself that he could circle back to it, that he needed some time away from its persistent heat, so he wove out into the cool of the evening. It wasn't long, though, until he was called for -- a common occurrence at events like this -- though it was a surprise when that voice was accented in Clovennian.
He turned to see the Marshal, and though he'd been half-prepared to draw himself up a little more fully, to put his up his formal walls, his expression softened entirely when he saw the man carrying the little boy. And so carefully, too. He smiled. "Ah, you've acquired a new friend, have you, Marshal?" he asked in Clovennian, and then he leaned down, his face a little closer to the boy's. "Her peace, Declan," he said to the toddler in Aurellian. He reached out to touch the baby's face in blessing, a gesture that Declan tipped his head up for, already used to it. "Are you lost?"
Declan chirped a few words of Aurellian and pointed vaguely at the sky, and Calvin nodded wisely, exchanging a few more words in Aurellian before looking up at the Marshal and switching back to Clovennian. "He says he saw a butterfly. He must have followed until he got lost." He gave Declan a little pat on the head. "There's a children's play area not far. I'll show you. Would you like me to carry him?" His smile broadened a little. "He does seem very comfortable."