Kate and Open [multiples welcome!]
Kate kind of couldn't believe this was her life right now. Going up to Asgardia to eat and drink for days and days with people from other realms? Elves and warriors and whatnot? She'd opted for a semi-formal, purple dress, and was glad of it. Jeans and a t-shirt just wouldn't cut it here. The place was so lush and so beautiful, and so far all of the Asgardians seemed super friendly.
Except. Kate could feel the tension. She'd lived in her father's house for long enough that she knew when there was an undercurrent of unhappiness, an unspoken complaint. It was strong here. Though she wasn't surprised that the Asgardians were the ones maintaining peace. They were wonderful.
She collected a glass of champagne from Alfheim, and sipped, unable to stop a giddy grin from spreading across her face. How was this her life, again?