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[constantasastar]

About this time back home, they have a festival called Mari Lwyd where someone goes from house to house singing at each door. If they're let in and given food and drink, they bring good luck. [pause] My mother wrote me. She says she always misses me this time of year. I almost want to try it myself, but I sort of doubt anyone would give me food and

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[deusavertat]

The Occia's Anniversary would've been coming up, but now, I don't know. A lot of kids might be disappointed.

Go sing at my sister. She'll probably cram you full of food to shut you up.

[constantasastar]

Oh. [long pause] What would happen? I wasn't here last year.

The people inside the house have to sing back. I don't know if Tyrol's done enough wrong to instigate me and one of your sisters singing at each other loudly through a door.

[deusavertat]

Best I can explain it to you is it's a bit like Christmas, only the date changes whenever we get a new Occia. You give the people you love gifts, you go to mass, you eat special foods... Used to be at the end of January. Now, we don't know.

[Filter: Mari verch Llewelyn]

Well, Lena and me have moved out, so the only one to hear you would be my sister and her piece of shit husband. And the monkey.

[constantasastar]

Those poor kids.

[Filter: Elia Cosimo]

Monkey?

[bettertodream]

During the winter solstice, the Ancient Greeks held the Lenaia festival in honor of Dionysus. The key event was a dramatic competition.

[constantasastar]

Dionysus was the wine god, right?

What did they compete for?

[bettertodream]

Correct.

What all men compete for. Honor, glory, etcetera. I'm sure there was more, but sadly I cannot find any references.

[constantasastar]

Don't people compete for money more than glory or honour? Seems to me, that's how it is.