🌕 Blood Moon Harvest

“The fires burn red, the wine runs sweet, and no one sleeps alone.”

🌕 Overview

The Blood Moon Harvest—also known in ancient texts as the Veydrathi Matingg Season—marks the fall alignment of Aethros' twin moons, when both turn crimson in the sky. This weeklong festival is one of the Veydrathi people’s most sacred and hedonistic rites, blending romantic tradition, city-wide chaos, and moon-drenched magic.

Each region celebrates differently—Kaedrith's capital holds refined masquerade dances and bloodwine toasts, while its smaller villages break into public dances, wrestling matches, and open courting. No matter where you are, the rule is the same: Do not be afraid to ask for what you want.


🎧 Festival Soundtrack

đŸŽ” [ Music Player Placeholder – Blood Moon Ritual BGM or Matingg Season Theme ]

💃 Festival Traditions & Ceremonies

"We don’t rehearse Mating. We survive it. Or we don’t."

Though Mating began as a sacred fertility and oath-fire celebration in pre-Kaedrith clans, its transformation into a region-wide social phenomenon has birthed countless festivals, competitions, and street-side customs. Each tradition still honors the core themes: blood, bond, burn, and bloom.

đŸ”„ The Redfire Parade

Every major city in Kaedrith—and many minor villages—host their own Redfire Parade at least once during Mating. Torches and fireflowers are carried through the streets at dusk, led by dancers, duelists, and Ember-Mothers bearing marriage bells or silk offerings.

đŸ· Bloodfruit Games

A chaotic, sensual game often hosted in village centers. Participants wear masks and hunt for bloodfruit charms—hidden in lanterns, offered in riddles, or guarded by flirt-duel champions. Winning a charm grants you a public kiss, a dare, or a claim—depending on the rules set by the host.

đŸ•Żïž The Vowwell

Participants whisper a name, secret, or request into a sacred well or urn filled with ashwater. These are often unspoken longings or prayers for intimacy, forgiveness, or union. At sunrise, the urn is boiled and used in tea ceremonies for closeness—drinking one’s own vow is considered cowardice. Sharing it is considered fate.

🎭 Mating Market Nights

Festival towns burst with all-night markets where vendors sell fire-charm trinkets, aphrodisiac sweets, love-me-not blades, spell-masks, and illicit Emberthread ink. It’s common to barter with kisses, poems, or whispered confessions. Some deals are magically binding. Some are just very good stories.

“I bought your name for a smile. You gave me your soul for a dare.” – Street Vendor, Crimson Needle Row

💘 The Petal Storm

At the height of Mating, enchanted ash-petals are released from rooftops, masks, or altars. Some are soaked in magic to reveal names or sigils when caught. Children chase them for luck. Lovers catch them to seal the year’s vow. The rarest petal—silver-veined ashrose—is said to carry Queen Allan’s personal blessing.

đŸ©ž History & Lineage

🎭 Masks of Matin & Sacred Gifts

“Every vow deserves a disguise. Every flame hides a face.”

Matin season celebrates transformation, truth hidden in play, and desire cloaked in ritual. Masks are not just fashion—they are magic. Some are ceremonial. Some are cursed. Some are never taken off.

đŸ©ž Common Mask Categories

đŸš« Forbidden Mask Pairings

Note: It is tradition in some villages that Queen Allan’s Ashrose Mask still appears each Matin season
 on the face of a stranger who vanishes before dawn.

🎁 Sacred Gifts & Symbolic Offerings

To speak without shame during Matin, one must offer something of the self—physical, emotional, or magical. Some gifts are exchanged in the Emberthread ritual. Others are left anonymously on vow-altars.

“Choose your mask wisely. It may be the only truth they remember.” — Vel Lethya, Fire Warden of Kaedrith

đŸŽ¶ Common Festival Songs – Varethuun Region

đŸŽ” Red Wine, No Regrets

Slow-burn tavern ballad; sung during firelight dances and last rites alike.

Style: Smoked brass, haunted strings, dusky jazz sway
Vibe: "Kiss me by the embers. If I burn, I burn proud."
Usage: Popular across Kaedrith’s night taverns—especially during mourning weddings or ex-lover duels.


Light me a flame and pour one deep,  
For lovers I lost and the vows I keep.  
The glass remembers, though names do not—  
Let the wine bleed down what the fire forgot.  

Red wine, no regrets—  
I toast the ghosts that ain’t left yet.  
I’d rather burn than drown again,  
So kiss me cruel and drink me then.  
    

💃 Matingg Burn

The chaos anthem of duelists, street dancers, and rebel-run rituals.

Style: Dagger-sharp percussion, echoing crowd chants, ritual claps and flares
Vibe: "You only need two things to survive Mating: fast feet and no shame."
Usage: Played during fire parades, riot festivals, and annual flame-run ceremonies in Shalah’ra.


Left foot kiss! Right foot cut!  
Spin your vow and spill your gut!  

Matingg burn, Matingg burn!  
Twist your hips, let the temple churn!  
Don’t you beg—don’t you yearn—  
You only get love if you earn the burn.  
    

đŸ•Żïž Thread the Flame

A whispered matchmaking song passed down through Ember-Mothers.

Style: Thread-plucked harp, ash flute, soft drum-pulse
Vibe: "Tie your red string, then burn the past."
Usage: Traditionally sung during the Emberthread Festival, where names are sewn in red silk and set ablaze to divine a soul match.


Red silk, wound tight in moon's own light,  
A name I stitched before the fight.  
You called me flame, I called you fate—  
But some threads burn when pulled too late.  
    

đŸ§” Emberthread & Matchmaking Rites

“Tie the name. Breathe the flame. Burn or become.”

In the heart of Mating, beneath firepetal rains and ash-veiled moons, the Veydrathi perform their most sacred and personal rite: the Emberthread Ceremony. It is neither wholly romantic nor entirely magical—it is something in between. A soul vow, stitched in red silk and set alight to prove it will survive the burn.

✹ The Rites

The process is simple in form, but weighted with deep meaning. Two participants—sometimes lovers, sometimes strangers, sometimes rivals—kneel across from one another and stitch a shared thread. Each stitch is made with a whispered word or name. Once complete, the thread is tied around their wrists
 then burned.

💘 Matchmakers: The Embermothers

Across Kaedrith, matchmakers known as Embermothers (or Vel’naari) are called upon to guide pairings. They are part priestess, part flame-reader, part gossip warlord. Many have a lifetime of threads tied to their wrists—remnants of the matches they’ve woven or broken.

🎮 Matching Masks

Many young celebrants choose to take on Matching Masks before entering the Redfire Parade or Emberthread ritual. These magical masks are crafted in mirrored pairs—representing duality, reflection, or inversion. The belief is that the masks will guide wearers toward the one who reflects their hidden thread.

đŸ§© Thread Games (Youth Ritual)

Among children or those not ready for vow-level intimacy, the Thread Games are a playful form of future-divining. Names are written on strips of ash-petaled silk, placed in a bowl of flamewater, and watched. If the thread floats, the pairing is strong. If it sinks, the thread may still rise in time. If it burns
 the lesson is silence.

“Even demons want to be chosen.” – Ourea Kaelvyrn, after tying her first emberthread

📜 Regional Lore: The Faces of Matin

“Fire sings in many tongues. And every tongue wants to be kissed.”

Though Matin is rooted in Veydrathi and southern Varethuun ritual law, its expression shifts wildly across bloodlines, landscapes, and political borders. From royal Kaedrith courts to rebel isle bonfires, every flame tells a different story.

đŸ”„ Kaedrith – The Noble Flame

💀 Mirehold – The Blade-Kissed Harvest

🌊 The Veleth Isles – The Dreamburn Carnival

đŸŒȘ Damaine – The Ashwire Underground

⛰ Kashern – The Quiet Sparks

“The blood moon may rise everywhere, but the fire it calls—depends on the ground it lands upon.”
— Embermother Hoshir

Author Notes

The Blood Moon Harvest is one of Aethros’ most romantic, rowdy, and dangerous seasonal rites. Its echoes appear across multiple timelines—from modern city nightlife to ancient battlefield unions—and remain a favorite backdrop for dramatic declarations, whispered promises, and drunken mistakes with lifelong consequences.