Traditions

This little scene between Ilya and Felicja was base on a word prompt from WriYe’s DreamWidth.  The story Felicja mentions is actually linked with St. Nicholas.  As today is St. Nicholas’s Day, I felt it was appropriate.

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For Ilya, the season of year turning always reminded him of oranges.  As soon as the weather began to get cold and people began hauling out the greenery to hang all over the buildings and wrap around the lampposts, he craved the round fruits that were the color of their name.  For a long time, he wondered about that.  The connection bothered him because he didn’t know where it came from.

That changed the first Year Turning that he spent with his wife and children.  Felicja was sitting by the fire with her knitting.  He was trying to make a list of things they would pick up at the store when they went shopping the next day.  “Remember to get some oranges,” Felicja said, without looking up.

“Oranges?” he repeated, blinking.  He didn’t even think that Felicja liked them very well.  She never seemed to eat them.  “For the kids?”

Felicja paused and looked up at him.  “It’s a tradition,” she said, shrugging.  “They represent the gold balls that were gifted to the poor man’s daughters.  Eating them is supposed to bring good luck in the coming year.”

Ilya chuckled softly and nodded.  “My parents always gave us oranges at Year Turning,” he said, as he wrote the word on the shopping list.  “I always feel like I want them this time of year, but… I never made the connection.”

“It’s like hanging greenery,” Felicja said, shrugging.  “We do things without knowing why we do them.  Only that we always have.  You’ve always eaten oranges this time of year, so you feel like you should eat oranges.”

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