Auden’s Blessing
The moment the golden-winged dragon shot into the sky, Frigga cried out, clutching her head.
“Actually, I really enjoy riding dragons. Asgard looks even clearer from a dragon’s back than it does from above Gladsheim.” Odin’s voice was low, brushing past the rushing air as it sounded by her ear. “Many people think Valhalla is the largest structure—but it isn’t. The largest is that one.”
He pointed into the distance, toward the ring-shaped structure atop the mountain.
“The Temple of the Gods?”