The Summer Bonfire Festival

Although Grimshaw had come down here to visit partly because it was all of their birthdays, he hadn't really expected an actual party. Maybe a dinner or something, but not an actual party. As soon as he heard Artorias call just after the sun set, he immediately stopped and swallowed the lumped that had formed in his throat. While he hadn't been avoiding him entirely since that night a few very short nights ago, he wasn't really looking forward to crossing him again. Or worse, Briar. Could he even look her in the face? Probably not.

Though, he knew if he didn't go, things would get more awkward later. Art would come looking for him and then what? They'd be alone all over again and he didn't want to stop and think about the other night, let alone set them up for a second event. Not that he was ashamed or embarrassed or anything, he was actually quite the opposite. Some shame and embarrassment came with the territory, but not for anything other than who it would affect if they found out.

He didn't exactly take his time getting to the plains, but he certainly tried not to hurry. Unfortunately, he wasn't exactly far from the place Artorias called from. When he had arrived, and only saw his brother, Grimshaw seriously debated turning back and waiting until someone else showed up. Maybe Bowen or Daphne would get here soon to distract him or Art or both. He stood in the brush instead, hoping he would go unnoticed until someone else arrived.

"Speech."