"I am," she said to him, brushing her hair out of her face and offering him the bottle of wine she'd been drinking from. "It's the finest day of the year. I enjoy it even more than my own festival," she confessed, her smile coy then. Of course, her own festival was not nearly as much, being as it was more of a celebration of boys becoming men and getting their new adult responsibilities. She got more sacrifices, yes, but there was no wild party atmosphere like this.