Every year, Natasha went to check out the bonfires and the Samhain festivities. In Russia, they had never, in her humn days, celebrated this Celtic god. It had been Mokosh, the goddess of the Earth and the fates, a time of introspection. Although, truth be told, the traditions were somewhat similar. She remembered going from house to house as a child singing songs and being offered a pastry or a cake in exchange.
They even had bonfires like the one here and a huge feast for all to partake in the village, followed by music and revellers dancing til dawn. It was, looking back, a more lively festival than Samhain in many ways. There were many more traditions, some involving mock funerals, rituals for the unmarried and looking for love, as well as drinking, jokes and generally having good fun.
Moving quietly among the people enjoying the evening, Natasha, dressed in a long flowy black dress, sandals and with a shawl over her shoulders, listened with interest quietly, and often unobserved, to the conversations around her.
@Goblin
They even had bonfires like the one here and a huge feast for all to partake in the village, followed by music and revellers dancing til dawn. It was, looking back, a more lively festival than Samhain in many ways. There were many more traditions, some involving mock funerals, rituals for the unmarried and looking for love, as well as drinking, jokes and generally having good fun.
Moving quietly among the people enjoying the evening, Natasha, dressed in a long flowy black dress, sandals and with a shawl over her shoulders, listened with interest quietly, and often unobserved, to the conversations around her.
@Goblin