I know. I’ve been there. I saw it. So, withhold your judgment until then.We had twins. They were conceived just before our Ripper adventure. They ar...e named Diana and Apollo and yes, we are talking about THAT pair.The entire Greek and Roman Pantheon has Atlantean roots. As Arthur C. Clarke once put it, “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.” So, when the Greek’s early ancestors stumbled on the Atlanteans they thought they were “gods” and enshrined them as such.For. An outer door parted, and I tumbled into the vestibule of Ananya’s tent, stamping my numbed feet.“Dad.” Ananya’s voice came from inside.“Here, darling.” Shivering, I opened the tent’s inner fly.The heat inside the dome was volcanic, transforming the flecks of snow clinging to my skin almost instantly into droplets and steam. Loosely draped in her silvery cocoon, Ananya lay on her back, long black hair serpentine against her pillow.Every year Ananya astonished me with how much more beautiful she. I felt a hand tap me on the back twice, gently but encouraging me to open my eyes.When I opened them, the Skald was still chanting, her fingers moving much more slowly. Her hair and face were slicked with sweat, her face flushed from great exertion, her eyes were puffy like she'd been crying, ash from the fire streaked down her face in black rivulets, and snot ran from her nose. She looked a complete mess, but her concentration still held. Her weary fingers still danced in the air, her voice. Firsty she had a look at my shoulder. At first the pain was shooting through my body but eventually it began to ease off and I became more relaxed. Kirsty began to massage the rest of shoulders and back more slowly and softly using lotion to give what felt like a more sensual experience. As my thoughts were no longer with my shoulder and more in the moment, I could feel the heat begin to swell in my body. Kirsty must have felt this as I could swear I thought I could feel her hands begin to.