Asgard
Strangely enough, despite my well-rooted reluctance to talk about the jötnar and their realm, I find myself even more reluctant to talk about Asgard, when Atlanta inquires about it for the second time in our acquaintance. But, in the same spirit of repayment as before, I comply.
As I already mentioned the flora, fauna and some unnamed individuals living there, now I expound a little about the humongous, magically treated chunk of asteroid which makes up my homeworld, the warrior-centric society, the superficial similarities we hold to “humans,” the palace and the homes of commoners, and some harmless anecdotes. I slide away as smoothly as I can from any mention of the Royal Family, let alone my identity, and talk instead about the mundane jobs that support the society.
“You seem to dislike living there,” is what the young woman writes at the end. Given that, I feel perfectly reasonable to give her an incredulous look.
“All that, and you remark about how I might lead my life there?”
Well, now she gives that look right back, to my irritation and bewilderment.
Then, “You are my friend. Of course I focus on you.”
I can only gape to that, floored.