New Year's Eve (for Will)

[branbach]

The party had been fun, what they'd seen of it. The lights, the music, the massive quantities of food and alcohol. They'd hoarded away some of the latter and taken it with them, bundled up back in the snow and making their way back toward Will's shelter (which was rather less a shelter now, and more a very small alpine chalet).

They stumble in the door, laughing, the dogs jumping off the bed to greet them as they close the door.

"Happy new year, Will," Bran murmurs, and kisses him.