Fire in the candle ring, water from the thaw...
"Just a bit further. That's it--now we swing it to the right..." Will shuffles backwards, guiding the top half of the small tree they'd cut as Bran carries the bottom half, and the 'X' of boards nailed to the bottom.
"Right, tip it up now, and we can just shift it into place." He guides the top boughs into an upright position, grinning down at Bran crouched next to him. The assortment of ornaments they'd managed to find and make are laid out on the bed, waiting.
"Brilliant. Now we just have to decorate it."
"Right, tip it up now, and we can just shift it into place." He guides the top boughs into an upright position, grinning down at Bran crouched next to him. The assortment of ornaments they'd managed to find and make are laid out on the bed, waiting.
"Brilliant. Now we just have to decorate it."