She had let the festival drag on as long as she could - all spring, with spars and races and everything and feasts, when her family had only ever had the one night of ecstasy. But the fun, the camaraderie, that had drawn the non-believers to the festival wasn't the reason behind it. It was this - the honor and love of the gods. She'd been sacrificing to them daily... deer, elk, young boar... and the beasts who bled their lifesblood for the gods went to the feasting, as was only right. But now the moon was full and ripe, and ready.
She stepped out, breathing in the damp scent of the night-dew. Her gold-flecked gaze reflected the moon in disconcerting silver highlights. A low, eerie howl thrummed from her throat, a traditional song and call to gods and family alike to join her, to ready themselves. Tonight they would be as one family.
OOC: Anyone is welcome to show up for whatever reason. Curiosity or whatever. Liquid timed to after the spars and races. The festival isn't over after this but this will be the last big thing, everything else will just be socializing and then it will be over when summer starts.