[Aurora followed her not!hubby Baldr here, and is all bundled up in as much clothing and blankets as she can manage. She's figured out she doesn't much like this cold business. She manages to keep an cheerful attitude as best as she can, though, and is currently feeding the goats some bread crusts.]
You guys are wearing fur coats, but I hope you're not too cold too!
[Tanngrisnir and Tanngnjóstr seem glad of the attention - they take the crusts with enthusiasm, nosing at Aurora for more. Thor watches with a grin - good to see the goats get some reward for their hard work in keeping the place warm (and full of hair and goat breath, incidentally, but hey, at least it's not cold). He gives the nearest one a fond scratch between the horns.]
I'm sure they scarce notice it, lady - they've crossed worlds in far worse than this!
[He makes an expansive gesture with the hand not occupied scratching the goat.]
Together they draw my chariot over the roads and fields and skies of the realms - from the furthest reaches of Jotunheim to the tallest mountains of Midgard, and returning on the back of the lightning itself to our home in Asgard!
[He regards them both fondly.]
They've not run any sky-roads since they came here, but they bear me through the streets of Mayfield as faithfully as they ever did the snows of Jotunheim.
Wow... I don't know those places, but it sounds amazing! So I guess the cold is nothing new to them. Lucky! [She wraps herself in her blankets a bit more tightly.]
[Oh-- he's forgotten his courtesy. Thor puts a hand on her shoulder and guides her toward the end of the room where Loki's magic fire throws warmth over everything more strongly.]
But for those of us not born wrapped in furs, fire must suffice, eh?
Oh, that's much better. Yeah, though I really wish we could turn the heaters back on... You've really been to colder places than this? I can't even imagine it.
TL;DR INCOMINGrichtighammerDecember 18 2011, 20:00:20 UTC
Ha! I've known lands that would call this high summer!
[Oh boy. Sit back and relax, Aurora. Thor smells a prime opportunity to boast. His voice takes on a slightly different tone - it's almost formal, almost in the manner of a recitation. How true any of it is is anyone's guess, but the delivery is impressive.]
I've journeyed in the deeps of Jotunheim, where the frost giants make their halls in the hearts of mountains - where the women wear icicles for jewels and the men grow frost instead of hair. I have driven through deeps never touched by sun's warmth or moon's light, places that have lain frozen since the worlds' beginning, and will not know heat until the worlds' end. At the fringes of the realms settles a cold for which the men of Midgard have no words, nor the mind to imagine; I have known that cold, as well.
That really IS cold! I wonder how they stand it. I mean, they don't even have weather where I'm from, so I'm having a hard enough time just dealing with this.
Oh, um, the Afterlife! Or so we called it. I guess we really didn't have a sky, no. Everything was kinda dark, but... not? It's really hard to explain.
You guys are wearing fur coats, but I hope you're not too cold too!
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I'm sure they scarce notice it, lady - they've crossed worlds in far worse than this!
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Have they? Where have you taken them?
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[He makes an expansive gesture with the hand not occupied scratching the goat.]
Together they draw my chariot over the roads and fields and skies of the realms - from the furthest reaches of Jotunheim to the tallest mountains of Midgard, and returning on the back of the lightning itself to our home in Asgard!
[He regards them both fondly.]
They've not run any sky-roads since they came here, but they bear me through the streets of Mayfield as faithfully as they ever did the snows of Jotunheim.
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[Oh-- he's forgotten his courtesy. Thor puts a hand on her shoulder and guides her toward the end of the room where Loki's magic fire throws warmth over everything more strongly.]
But for those of us not born wrapped in furs, fire must suffice, eh?
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[Oh boy. Sit back and relax, Aurora. Thor smells a prime opportunity to boast. His voice takes on a slightly different tone - it's almost formal, almost in the manner of a recitation. How true any of it is is anyone's guess, but the delivery is impressive.]
I've journeyed in the deeps of Jotunheim, where the frost giants make their halls in the hearts of mountains - where the women wear icicles for jewels and the men grow frost instead of hair. I have driven through deeps never touched by sun's warmth or moon's light, places that have lain frozen since the worlds' beginning, and will not know heat until the worlds' end. At the fringes of the realms settles a cold for which the men of Midgard have no words, nor the mind to imagine; I have known that cold, as well.
[He grins.]
I think little of what Mayfield calls cold!
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That really IS cold! I wonder how they stand it. I mean, they don't even have weather where I'm from, so I'm having a hard enough time just dealing with this.
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And what realm can that be, that knows not weather? Have you also, then, no sky?
[As god of thunder, he wonders if he's been neglectful.]
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