"We did. During the longest day of the year, we held remembrance for Mother Suok. She lives inside Bos Turokh, our god, as she was swallowed by him when our world was created. She's sort of... the embodiment of all things bad, I suppose. We are a superstitious lot." Artemy gives a small shrug, and then continues on, "We'd give her our tears, our blood offerings, remember that she is the source of our pain which is worth honoring, and then move on. No gifts or anything festive, really."