The
twelve year old eagle stared up at the tree, partially decorated thanks to a few of the students that had beaten her there first.
IT WAS SO BIG.
Challenging almost, in it's partial bareness. Dora was up for the challenge of getting the entire thing decorated too. She'd used her feet to move one of the boxes full of decorations, and after a long moment of staring down the tree, and glancing over at the other students to see what they were doing, she finally reached in and grabbed one of the ornaments. A pretty bronze one.
House colors for the
win.