Weather · Slavic · Perun, Mokosh, Stribog
A specific draw
Frozen card, same seed, same composition. Spinners and storm-throwers, Mokosh at the loom of weather, Perun chasing Veles through the clouds, Stribog's eight wind-grandchildren on the road.
Slavic · cloudy
Mokosh
earth-mother, spinner of fates
When the new faith spread, Mokosh did not leave, she changed her headscarf and became Saint Friday, Paraskeva of the flax. On her day no honest woman spun or did laundry, and the old people said she walked from house to house at night, pricked by every spindle left out, her fingers wounded by other women's unfinished work. Not a punishment, a reminder, some days are for the hands to rest. A shut grey sky has the feel of her day about it, the light itself declining to work hard. Let something stay unfinished today on purpose, she counts that as an offering too.
Cloud on a Friday is her own day wearing her own veil, rest something, mend something, spin nothing new.