We were on the shore of Asgard's lake, at the base of the cliffs of Bilskinir. The lake was a black mirror; reflecting a gibbous moon on its surface. Gentle waves were flowing in; barely disturbing the wide expanse of water as they made shushing noises against the rocks. The rest of Asgard obeyed the admonishment and remained silent. I looked up, awed by the view of the cliffs looming over us, but it didn't last long. Thor opened the Aether and traced us through in a heartbeat.
We stepped out into a large, sea-blue, marble bathroom. There were grand columns everywhere, as if the ceiling was too heavy to be supported by mere walls. Artwork was spaced at intervals on the walls; each with its own spotlight. A counter with twin sinks stretched down one side a bit before giving up the fight an
