Yesterday I took a stroll in the garden. I found a convenient little throne and had a good think. (So much more comfortable than Odin’s golden monstrosity which is, frankly, a pain in the ass-gard. I know. I’ve sat it in it when no one was looking.)

I’ve been over and over my plan. Tomorrow I will meet Gunnehilde, buy my horse, and greet my beloved Sigyn for the first time. It is bitterly cold here today, and I hear that more freezing precipitation is possible tonight, but come Hel, high water, or Ragnarok itself, tomorrow is the day.

Oh, I am so excited! Finally, something is going my way! How shall I spend the hours between now and then? I suppose I could always walk around the campus some more and laugh at all the bundled-up Midgardians. What a weak and puny race they are.

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