Re: Courtenay & Lachlan | Evening
Court watched the orange hound happily romping through the green. It seemed like every time he saw him pass by, he had a new flower adorning him. Seeing Raymonde have so much fun almost made it hard to pay attention to the words of the florist as she explained the particular flowers associated with the day's rituals while Court filled another page of his notebook. Court couldn't help but laugh as revelers drew her away into the dance.
He blinked in surprise at the familiar voice and looked over. I'd hoped to see you at the cemetery, mister gardener, but I guess I'll have other chances to show you I'm different. He greeted the other man in his rudimentary Aurellian, "Good evening, Mister Kelly. Yes, very much so. I haven't had much chance to learn about Aurellian religious ceremonies. There aren't many texts on the subject in Clovennian. At least, not ones I would consider accurate. So I'm availing myself of the chance to take notes and get an accurate accounting of what a Heuris Turning is all about."
The mention of the flames drew Courtenay's eye to the bonfire. He'd considered writing something on the pages and offering it up, but it seemed so...ephemeral? Perhaps, not enough of a meaningful gesture. If Courtenay Auster was going to free himself of the weight on his shoulders, it would take concrete action, not a symbolic burden, whether there really were gods or no. "I...have not. In truth, its not a lack of faith preventing me from participating. I don't want to unburden myself. I somewhat need my burdens, if you understand what I mean."