August arrives in the late afternoon, still in his college-clothes and carrying a large duffle bag in addition to his backpack. He tumbles out of the rath in the Garden from Firnost, excited and grinning broadly. He hustles for the manor with single-minded dedication, but pauses as he approaches the shade-sitting sluagh.
"Zara! Hello! Merry Beltaine...." He drops the duffle and kneels to rummage though it, producing a yellow rose tipped with white. "Merry Beltaine." He repeats gently, passing the flower to her. "It'll age." August encourages.