For those of you who don’t understand archaeology, I have made a diagram.
The ceremony passed as in a dream. Sansa did all that was required of her. There were prayers and vows and singing, and tall candles burning, a hundred dancing lights that the tears in her eyes transformed into a thousand. Thankfully no one seemed to notice that she was crying as she stood there, wrapped in her father’s colors; or if they did, they pretended not to. In what seemed no time at all, they came to the changing of the cloaks.
“I wouldn’t buy her the “dolly” movie for Christmas.”
Submitted By: Dede B.
Location: Washington, United States
Doctor, one day I’m going to be someone that you trust completely, but I can’t wait for you to find that out. So I’m going to prove it to you, and I’m sorry. I’m really very sorry.
(Source: riversongsmelody)