Christian exhaled. “Yes, it’s… it’s a rather large tree, and it makes for a fair landmark, for it’s out of place amongst dense pine and fir. There’re no others around it. It stands in a light clearing, and the leaves are so dense that there’s hardly any snow beneath it. Pearapples, I think, like the ones that grow in the Wintergarden.”
“Christian and I have discussed its strangeness more than once,” Aylen said. “If I’m being truthful, it’s always made me nervous. It doesn’t belong there.”
“It’s there for the veil,” Alric said from the corner, sounding suddenly weary of the topic. He sighed. “A protection of sorts. I could never make sense of it. I always wished I’d met someone who could explain it to me better.”
“Alric, darling. They’ve lost their son. This isn’t helpful,” Earwyn said.
