Aifa, her grandmother and the rest of the Caretakers had been working hard all morning, braiding bunches of colorful ribbons into rainbows. The entire Grand Hall of the Hearth was filled with ribbons, whose silky threads seemed to be animated by their own inner spirit and slithered into crevices and recesses, never to be found again.

In the middle of the room, the Twins were getting ready for the ceremony, learning how to properly carry their ceremonial staffs.

“Are those snakes?” Aifa whispered, daunted, as she looked at the elaborate decorations on the staffs, which seemed to depict two snakes swirling around each other, in opposite directions.

“Of course. You don’t remember the story of this holiday?” grandmother asked, surprised.