Before the widespread establishment of the Teme-Rasadar religion throughout its lands, many of the native elves practiced a form of ancestor reverence alongside other types of worship, some of which has endured among elven families and communities throughout Teme-Rasadar to this day. One such relic is the spiritual practice of ancestral meditation, once a regular tradition/occurrence among spiritually-inclined elven families.   After a brief period of fasting, ancient elves could consume a special diet thought at the time to align one's spirit with those of their ancestry who had passed, entering a trance-like meditative state that invoked visions. Elves thought these visions to be a form of communication and, in some cases, divination, and regarded them as ancestral guidance that imparted wisdom to the meditating elf.   In city elves, this practice eventually became relegated to a single day, known as the "Day of Reflection." The holiday became a day to quietly remember and honor friends and family who had passed on, as well as the influence they had in shaping the elf's life and the lives of their respective communities. It also served the purpose of giving the elf the opportunity to reflect on their own actions and who they are as a person. This day was not necessarily the same for all elves or elven families, and often their annual Day of Reflection would fall on a day with some other significance to a community, family, or individual elf themselves.   Growing up, Rikius's household practiced the Day of Reflection on the anniversary of the day of their parents' meeting. As an adult, Rikius practices the holiday on any day of the same week of his birthday. Like in childhood, he fasts the day prior, and consumes only a light breakfast of food traditional for the holiday the next morning, on the day of.. The day is spent primarily in silence and solitude as a reflection of gratitude and respect for those who have passed and how they have influenced his life. Where he once offered silent prayers to Temekus and Rasadan, he now offers them to Sabella, and spends much of the day in meditation, reflecting on his own decisions as well, what role they play in the lives of those around him, and the legacy he will one day leave behind. In the evening, he enjoys a meal consisting of one dish traditional to his elven ancestors, a dish that has been passed down within his own family, and now includes a dish traditional to Caelsimilian culture and one traditional to Basila, to honor his current home and the ancestors of his wife and children.  

The Fisher's Feast is a three day long holiday created by mainland catfolk to celebrate the arrival of autumn, or the harvest season. Younger members of the family go out fishing while their elders prepare side dishes and decorate the home. Decorations include pumpkins and dried maize, as well as crafts made from things like acorns and pinecones. Once the youngsters return with their catches, the tables are laid out and the family comes together for a large fish fry. The matriarchs cook up the fish, which tend to mostly be perch and pike; while singing jaunty tunes that they learned from their mothers way back.   Stories are shared, some detailing the hardships the family's ancestors faced when settling on the mainland. Others are stories of remembrance or light-hearted memories. The final day is brought to a close with a candle ceremony. Each member of the family writes a wish or a prayer on a slip of parchment. A matriarch holds out a golden candle and one by one, the family steps forward to burn their parchment over its flame. In order for these wishes to be heard, they're kept close to the writer's heart, and never shared aloud. Once the ceremony's concluded, people come and go as they please, sometimes dragging the party on until the early hours of the morning.   Zakina celebrates Fisher's Feast with her father's family, her husband, and their children. Industria, Elathera, Lucky, Samuel, and Rikius's family are always welcome to the feast. To Krag and his folks, they're all considered family and deserve a seat at his table.

The moon moves in phases in the night sky, with it so too does the Material experience seasons across it. Three phases to a season, hot and cold coming in and out. With them so too do plants die and regrow each year. Nature has a thousand phases interlocked like clockwork to make the world we inhabit, some ever so slightly out of sync, causing them to wane and wax with the world around them.   Life and death are celebrated in nearly every holiday, weather explicitly as with birthdays and funerals or implicit like on days of love or various harvest festivals. Most years in the late autumn, just as winter arrives, something strange seems to wash over the land. On this day the Ethereal Plane brushes lightly against the Material, the boundary of magic and supernatural is at its thinnest. These are the Summoning Days.   Industria grew up with her mother disdaining these days, Mary hated divination magic, a common practice on these days for the native inhabitants of Caelsimila are foretelling the upcoming year's harvest. The Summoning Days are not a festival of joy, most spend the three to five days hidden away in their homes, businesses close for the days around it as spirits and creatures from other worlds are said to leak into the Material. These last few have been easier, however, as with all phases it is at a peak, and Industria knows the valley shall come in the decades to follow.   A common practice is to put out antispirit protections, often real or believed magical wards- though notably fae are known to spread misinformation and impersonate spirits around these, due to this cooking is often seen as dangerous so for the week leading up to the Summoning Days many cook small hand pies- known as Soul Cakes, to sustain themselves off for the week, kept warm in solar boxes with glass to magnify the sun rather than by fire. Some of these involve putting on plays that are said to entertain the spirits, place salt across entryways to houses. Some eat only with silver utensils on these days. It is common on these days for people to test the people they meet incase they are ethereal spirits, or creatures from another plane (with perhaps djinn getting the second most suspicion). Some invite the spirits in, building alters in hopes of seeing their loves ones, looking into mirrors with a single flame is one of the more common conjurings.   Now-a-days the holiday is different for Industria, she spends much of it in a haze, trying to sort and assist the spirits who have crossed- intentionally or not. As a psychopomp she offers assurance to the people of Florence and visits many to speak with them of the spirits they have met.