#elven equivalent to valentine's day

[isas-oc-asylum]

The Aboresian Calendar

FULL CALENDAR:

Holidays with a * are Aboresian-specific holidays not celebrated by the rest of the world.

January 1st: New Year's Day February All: Black History Month February 2nd: Groundhog Day February 14th: Valentine's Day March All: Women's History Month March 21st: Vernal Equinox Holiday* April 1st: April Fool's April 14th: Easter April 18th: Sowing Day* April 22nd: Earth Day April 24th: Arbor Day May All: Mental Health Awareness Month May 8th: Arboresian Independence Day* May 11th: President's Day May 15th: Mother's Day May 30th: Parent's Day* June All: LGBT+ Pride Month June 15th: Father's Day June 21st: Summer Solstice Holiday* July All: Disability Pride Month September All: Elven Heritage Month September 21st: Autumnal Equinox Holiday* October 13th: Harmony Day* October 31st: Halloween November 18th: Reaping Day* December 1st: World AIDS Day December 10th: Human Rights Day December 21st: Winter Solstice Holiday* December 25th: Christmas December 31st: New Year's Eve

ARBORESIAN HOLIDAYS, EXPLAINED:

Sowing Day: Celebrated nationwide. This is the day for agriculture and gardening, be it for actual food or just a hobby. It’s basically a mass-planting day for all of Arboresia’s farms, orchards, etc. The holiday is Elven in origin, this and Reaping Day were among the first things adopted by Arboresian colonists from elves.

Reaping Day: Celebrated nationwide. Opposite to Sowing Day, this is Arboresia’s Thanksgiving equivalent. Crops are all harvested from Sowing Day. It was started by Harvest Elves & celebrates the hard work of reaping crops with a feast of said food.

Harmony Day: Celebrated nationwide. This is an American Thanksgiving equivalent, but specifically of the bullshit fantasy kumbayah peace between colonists & natives lie they tell in schools. It indeed marks the anniversary of Elves & Imperitian settlers celebrating the comfortable coexistence they created. Its celebrated with a feast & festival in Ghost Town, Autumn Hallow where elves & supernaturals alike can sell crafts & whatnot like they did in historically. Its like a farmer's market & craft fair but with significance. Other territories hold their own festivals as well, but the AHan one is the go-to one.

NOTES:

Some holidays share similarities to American holidays, but may be observed/celebrated differently

Christian, Jewish, Islamic, Hindu, African American, Mexican, etc specific holidays are also celebrated by their respective people

Unlike other countries, holidays like Easter, Mother's Day, Father's Day, etc don't float around days because Arboresia doesn't build its calendar around Christian events like Lent/etc

Obviously, the 4 seasonal-themed primary territories celebrate the solstices & equinoxes

Given Arboresia's namesake & relationship with nature, Earth & Arbor Day are much bigger deals

Parent's Day is the middle day between Mother & Father's Day, President Navene established the holiday for nonbinary parents rather than leaving them to choose to celebrate their parenthood on either of the gendered parent holidays

Arboresia has more inclusive holidays for minority groups just to flex on the rest of the world

President's Day is different for Arboresia than America

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*slides @palindromekomori some belated OC Kisses in the Reincarnation AU*

Uthvir has taken Kel to her swimming classes, and Thenvunin is at the end of a long day and has no idea what they are going to do for dinner. Cooking seems like it would take too much energy, so they might have to order-in, but they did that last night and he has no desire to make a habit out of having fast food. Uthvir will probably cook, but they have been running around all day, too, and Thenvunin does not want them on their feet any more than is strictly necessary. He is doing a mental review of what they have in the freezer when he stops at the light near to a familiar bakery.

 …Oh, he thinks.

 That might not be a bad idea.

 Obviously they can hardly have bagels or pastries for dinner, but Uthvir’s favourite little hobby investment makes some lovely chicken pot pies, he knows from experience. With a breath of thanks to the powers that be for the inspiration, he pulls over into the next lane, and manages to find a parking spot not too far down the street from the place.

 With a quick check to his phone, Thenvunin gets out and heads into the little bakery. The bell tinkles overhead, announcing his presence. He smiles as he sees a familiar little face pop up next to the register, and a voice calls out from the back room.

 “Good afternoon, Eda,” he greets, to the little girl planted on the cash register stool.

 Her expression lights up.

 “Good afer’noon, Misser Thenvunin!” she replies, happily, before she twists around and shouts towards the back of the bakery. “Da it’s Misser Thenvunin who’s the customer!”

 Thenvunin winces as, with childlike enthusiasm, Eda manages to reach truly a truly impressive volume. She hops off the stool a moment later, though, and hurries out towards him. Taking a shortcut from under the counter, as her father appears and wipes some excess flour from his hands.

 “Why, so it is!” he declares, jovially.

 Eda crashes into Thenvunin’s legs. He feels a rush of fondness - such a wonderfully affectionate, happy child - and reaches down to pat her head, even as she twists around to look behind him.

 “Is Nabae Uthvir parking with Kel?” she asks him.

 “No,” he admits. “It’s just me today. I thought I might stop in and see if you have any of those delicious chicken pot pies. Kel is at swim practice and we need something for dinner,” Thenvunin explains.

 “Ah! I just put in a fresh batch ten minutes ago,” Eda’s father admits. “If you’re willing to wait, they’ll be out of the oven and ready to go in another ten. But I think we have some beef pies, if you need something quicker…”

 Thenvunin waves off his concern.

 “I can wait, it’s no trouble at all,” he assures him. Kel’s practice won’t be finished for another half hour, and the bakery isn’t busy yet. He beat the rush, it seems. Eda makes a happy sound, and takes his hand to lead him over to one of the little tables to wait, while her father excuses himself to the back room to go finish what he was doing.

 “Where is your Mama, Eda?” he asks, curiously.

 “She had to go do errands for the banking,” Eda tells him, as she hops into the seat across from his. “I almost went with her, but now I’m glad I didn’ because I can give you my card! I made it in class, for Kisses Day. It’s not Kisses Day anymore but Mama said that I could still get ba-late-id kisses from friends!”

 Reaching into the front pocket of her adorable green coveralls, Eda pulls out a little pink card. Thenvunin smiles. Oh, Kiss Day Cards! That was just yesterday, Kel had made some, and had dutifully gotten her kisses from Uthvir and Thenvunin and some of her best friends at school. Eda’s is as cute as any of them are, with her name written on it in glittery gel pen, and several birds and what looks to be a sort of dragon drawn on it. Thenvunin admires it, complimenting her penmanship (“Missus Aardaz helped!”) and then returning it, and leaning across the table to press a kiss to her cheek.

 Eda giggles, and stuffs the card back into her pocket.

 “Can you bring Nabae Uthvir and Kel over to our house tomorrow?” she asks him. “I want to get kisses from them!”

 Thenvunin can’t help but smile at that.

 “I’m sure we can manage to swing by,” he promises. “So long as it’s alright with your parents.”

 “I’ll go ask Da!”

 Eda slides back down from the seat, and runs off to do just that. Thenvunin feels a familiar twinge of wistfulness, at seeing her scamper off. He thinks it must be the growing desire in him to have another child. Lingering even though he and Uthvir are actually expecting one, now. The reminder warms him all over. Uthvir has only just begun to show, and it has made them exceedingly uncomfortable and a little prickly - they warned him it would, and sometimes they become quiet and somber in a way that makes Thenvunin ache with something other than anticipation or pleasant longing. With worry, and a sentiment that he cannot ever seem to properly define outside of his dreams.

 But it is the purview of expectant parents to worry, and of devoted spouses to fret.

 When Eda comes back, she brings her father with her, as the man supplies him with a boxed up chicken pot pie. Thenvunin’s efforts to pay for it are firmly refuted.

 “We still owe you from Eda’s last birthday,” he insists.

 “The party was no trouble,” Thenvunin reminds him, in turn. But the man gets that look in his eye, and he relents as Eda tugs at the bottom of his skirt, and echoes it in her own stare.

 “You just haveta say thank you,” she says, seriously. “And then eat the pie!”

 Thenvunin nods in turn.

 “You are quite right,” he agrees. “Thank you very much for the pie, I am certain we will enjoy it a great deal.”

 “Our pleasure,” her father assures him, and Thenvunin confirms a visit tomorrow, before finally making his way out of the bakery again. The warm, delicious scent of the boxed pie lingers around it, as he carries it through the brisk autumn air and back out towards his car.