"You don't have to," she says, dragging him towards the lake edge... and on to what appears to be an invisible, solid platform, suspended just an inch above the water. "See? Nothing to be afraid off, silly. The stairs are here so you don't get wet!" She talks as if he should be able to see something, and continues to lead him along the disconcerting path. Around the lake, he'll see other figures approaching the center of the lake, where they're heading, each apparently climbing these invisible stairs... when they're not simply flying in.<br/><br/>Eventually, they arrive at what must be the center, as there's a large contingent of... people, gathered here, all apparently standing on nothing, about three feet above the surface of the lake. Almost immediately, though, he'd be able to recognize the obvious authority figures; the tall, young woman, a figure of inhuman grace and beauty, dressed in a simple, white toga, with a golden laurel atop of hair the color of a midsummer sun, and, beside her, the very figure of a pagan fertility goddess, standing nearly seven feet tall, dressed in an almost-sheer dress that does more to reveal than conceal, her hair the pattern of autumn leaves, cascading down her back.