Marian grins at the sound of his voice. The small, gentle hint of what it must have sounded like in marvel as a child. There is a fumbled pause at the last question though, which brought a blush because of the imagery and thoughts it brought to mind.

Far, too warm.

There was definitely walking, that the sweet breeze would cool as she went.

"Tis the first of the fire festivals for both gathering and commerce, for which each has a fair. Beltane, the first, is the celebration of the old religion, where the Goddess and God.."

There is a pause. An almost awkward, discerning pause.

"..wed. Well, consummate their wedding, which was celebrated the month before on the holiday of Ostara."

This was not was young girls truly talked to boys of. Mothers told these tales. Girls and boys thought of them together, but rarely discussed them. After all, those were frequently tittered about or referenced to near marriages.

"There holiday and fair is usually a consistent with the holidays to gather everyone's attention and give them some respite from their hard days all at one."