Thragg beheld lake Aska with a faint smile upon his face. The lake was a thing of beaty, and Thragg, when he was unevolved, had not been able to behold it and appreciate it to its truest extent. The lake stretched into the far distance of his vision, a jewel of clear waters that swayed with the direction of the strong winds of this land.
Sunlight shone through the clouds overhead, the rays reflecting in glimmering, jewel-like luster atop the surface of the water. Snowfall gently drifted down, melting as it kissed the lake and became part of it.
Hills surrounded lake Aska, and beyond them, larger formations that could be considered small mountains. Unlike in other areas of Fjall, the hills here were topped with trees and actual green, for they were sustained by water vapor that rose from the lake in regular intervals, for the earth underneath the lake rumbled every so often, loosing great heat.