[ For @calliope ]

Some people were harder to find than others. Very few people were hard to find for Bowen Belcourt. He covered ground quickly. Anyone who didn't know him might think the man was on the warpath. He had never managed to be quite conscious enough of his walk to know he might need to change it, and there was no fixing the resting grump face that often frightened people away from him.

All the same, as soon as he entered the peace keepers training grounds and stood tall to take a breath, a wide smile crossed his face. He nodded to peacekeepers as they passed. Some of them spoke to him fondly, those that knew him, and he greeted each one with gleeful sincerity. As he entered the arena, he paused to scan the open area for the woman that he had come to seek out.

He approached carefully as not to distract her, his poleaxe strapped to his back, his clothes clearly meant for training. The woman seemed to be speaking to some of those under her command, so he stood to the side and waited for her to finish. When she did, he stepped forward excitedly. "Calliope!" He all but yelled, his voice booming. "Alas, every time I lay eyes on you I am reminded of the cruelty of the favoritism of time. You look not a day older than the day we met, and yet I've become a grizzled beast. A Blackwood family secret, surely?"

Thin, brown hair hung around his shoulders and there was no need to hide his scarred face in this place. He had been a peacekeeper once, they all knew well what he looked like, Calliope included - she had been his boss for quite some time, after all. "Are you done with your work for the day? I might like to borrow some of your time."