Artemy attends, as he is apt to do. He is even more distant than he was at the dance. His mind lingers elsewhere. Though he does have a few gifts for friends, and is apt to pass them out. Otherwise, he'll likely be keeping to himself, trying to make an appearance of being social, but not putting forth too much effort in doing so.
[Mourner's Night]
There's a deep seated part of Artemy that's terrified of participating. But he knows he could never forgive himself if he did not.
There is so much death that his on his hands. Rivers of blood, if some are to be believed.
He keeps a coat wrapped around his person, along with a blanket, refusing a candle, walking along in the dark at the very back of the procession. He does not want the others to see his silent tears.
Once arriving to the graveyard, he still stands at the edge of the crowd of people, he does not wish to draw attention to himself, at the fact that his tears threaten to cross into sobs as the proceedings turn to song. The Haruspex will try to leave as soon as it is socially appropriate, at least far enough outside of the cemetery to get some fresh air.
Interfaith Holidays
Artemy will find the Yule altar, and, while his religion doesn't celebrate Yule, it would be considered under the Pagan umbrella... to some, he supposes. So therefore, he feels inclined to leave a small bundle of herbs there. No one will likely know what it's for, or why it's there. But he'll know.
Artemy Burakh | OTA
Artemy attends, as he is apt to do. He is even more distant than he was at the dance. His mind lingers elsewhere. Though he does have a few gifts for friends, and is apt to pass them out. Otherwise, he'll likely be keeping to himself, trying to make an appearance of being social, but not putting forth too much effort in doing so.
[Mourner's Night]
There's a deep seated part of Artemy that's terrified of participating. But he knows he could never forgive himself if he did not.
There is so much death that his on his hands. Rivers of blood, if some are to be believed.
He keeps a coat wrapped around his person, along with a blanket, refusing a candle, walking along in the dark at the very back of the procession. He does not want the others to see his silent tears.
Once arriving to the graveyard, he still stands at the edge of the crowd of people, he does not wish to draw attention to himself, at the fact that his tears threaten to cross into sobs as the proceedings turn to song. The Haruspex will try to leave as soon as it is socially appropriate, at least far enough outside of the cemetery to get some fresh air.
Interfaith Holidays
Artemy will find the Yule altar, and, while his religion doesn't celebrate Yule, it would be considered under the Pagan umbrella... to some, he supposes. So therefore, he feels inclined to leave a small bundle of herbs there. No one will likely know what it's for, or why it's there. But he'll know.
Perhaps that counts for something.