We impress the elders, and are invited for future raids. Alas, another night of respect is 365 days away, and tomorrow, the relationship between brothers will resume its previous position. For one night, we are with our gods, and feel at home. On that most holy night of pure darkness, we are in the position that we always aspired to be in. A sense of comfort invades our soul.
Much time passes before the night is to be celebrated again.
This time, we are older, understanding the nature of our past selves. We haven't celebrated the night in some time, but are sparked by the concept of mystery that the pagan night brings, and wish to celebrate with new companions, seeing the festival of darkness with virginal eyes. This time, we are afraid. We fret about what to wear, how we will act, whom we shall inhabit darkness with. We find a new god, one of a golden color, a liquid god, that chases away restraint, but leaves a burning mark for the morning.