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 Prince Vladimir set the idols of the gods on the hill above Kyiv, six stood there, and one of the six was a woman. Mokosh among the thunderers and the sky-lords, the damp mother, holding her place on the height without an axe or a horse, only the spindle and the wet black earth under her nails. Whatever the men of that court thought power looked like, they could not make a heaven without her. A grey ceiling of cloud is her standing there still, quiet in company that shouts. If your work today is the unglamorous kind, the kind that holds a house together, she is the one watching it.
An overcast morning is her permission to work quietly, do the plain tasks today, she counts them.