Calvin chuckled low as the master seized on the term. Ah, yes. Of course he'd get hung up on something that probably seemed so rustic. "It's a catch-all term for Aurellian traditional dancing, sir," he said his voice light and amused. "In the old days, they used to be held in barns, especially in rural areas. Now, they're more often held in the temple, or sometime an especially large public house. I'm not sure how much you've seen, but dances like that are done at Turning. Lines, squares. Changing partners. It's very beautiful to watch, if you ask me."
For a moment, he was tempted to ask the master if he'd come to the Turning this year, as he'd said he might, but he refrained. Calvin hadn't seen him there, but didn't necessarily mean he hadn't come. There were few people busier than a Danu at Turning, after all.