They led her by tiny, dangling lanturns, the ends of which they clutched with both hands. The glowing bulbs on the tips of their hats also provided light as they hovered and bobbed in the air. Uncertain and curious at the same time, Pory followed, turning when they turned and running if they sped up. At last, after what seemed like hours, the procession arrived a towering, multi-colored tree. Pory stared in disbelief as the little fellows indicated to the stairs that ascended up into the trunk.