out of continuity, by contrivance

[purposeful_glory]

Loki soon chafes at home, after three years of freedom. She does not mean to be gone long, but she does mean to be gone. Not Midgard again. Alfheim will do, a week will do, just a little break before she wedges herself back into the confines of Asgard and its Aesir.

Heimdall operates the Bifrost for her without comment. She notes her location, draws a little map, and heads east.

Comments

[purposeful_glory]

"Maybe you could import settlers, who wouldn't object to cutting your dead wood up or pruning trees like I just did, but I'm not sure how they'd do at assimilating to the culture. It would depend where you got them from and how many there were, presumably."

[headunbowed]

"I think we could do dead wood just fine, once it got past the cultural weirdness phase. Bringing in people specifically for pruning.... Eeeh. Several light elves would probably have tried to have me exiled or something for supporting you in pruning a living tree. Some of us are fanatics," informs Zeviana sadly.

[purposeful_glory]

"You could also make the trellises out of metal," points out Loki. "It wouldn't fit the aesthetic as well, but if a gappy not-alive trellis doesn't block you there's no obvious reason the not-alive substance has to be wood in particular."

[headunbowed]

"True! There would be less problems with that in some ways, more in others. We kiiiind of... Don't really mine much? Some do, we do use metals for smaller things, but entire cities built out of it might be a bit much."

[purposeful_glory]

"And stone wouldn't hold up particularly well over a few centuries in trellis treehouse form, probably, it's better suited to architecture with heavy foundations and big blocky shapes. Hmm."

[headunbowed]

"We're hard to please with buildings so we all just live outdoors. It's alright, it's worked for us pretty well and I have no complaints," says Zeviana, amused. "This wasn't a huge issue, anyway."

[purposeful_glory]

"Oh well."

[headunbowed]

"It was an interesting thing to test and I can let those building the living city know. Can't promise it'll be used, though," she offers.

[purposeful_glory]

"Hey, a reasonable chance at a useful civilization-wide-helpful idea is more than I usually accomplish in a day, much to my regret."

[headunbowed]

Well, now Zeviana wants to hug her. She has absolutely no idea on how to make this be a thing. Subtleties of hug-rules have eluded her, unfortunately. So she's going to be blunt and just say it.

Sincerely she offers, "Would a hug help?"

[purposeful_glory]

"Not with my general inability to reach anything that can use my help, no, but you may hug me anyway if you'd like."

[headunbowed]

"Okay," she says. A hug would then ensue.

[purposeful_glory]

Hug!