Finally a decent snow day huh...? Now that she thought about, she really hadn't seen that many this Winter, maybe that had to do with her previous choice of locale. She really hadn't been in Baska long enough to get a good feel for its weather beyond its tendency for windy, chilly rain, yet not actually cold enough for snow.
"My, how lovely~...", she noted, hear breath chilling into small smoky puffs with every words, head turning around to look at the streets beyond her hotel, then upwards into the skies above.
With a thin veil of clouds warding off the worst of the sun rays, citizens could take in this gorgous glory - this pure white like a maiden's wedding gown, as far as their eyes could see - without the thick dark, gloom of an overcast day. She did rather enjoy the snowy cold not so much for childlike reasons of having snowball fights (though she definitely did so in her child and even now counted it as a guilty pleasure), but simply for its sheer, seasonal beauty. And even though so many people definitely thought alike, not all of them braved the elements.
Thus, stepping into the gardens gave her calm, discreet sense of community, spotting occasional passerbys (most of whom children running and playing). Her boots plowed through the snow with little effort a soft, shifting sound accompanying every step until she reached drier soil, under the covers, under a stylish, metallic overhang. There laid some of the elder or lazier strollers, who'd much rather appreciate the outdoor beauty without having to move their legs. And for all her sporty fitness, Alisa hardly objected to joining them. After all, she saw as many empty tables as occupied ones, and also noted how some pairs of people took to playing games, ranging from the usual domino in the hands of the grizzled players, and even a single chess player who caught the sculptress' attention.
"Hmm... It's been a while since I last played it.", mused Alisa, curiously looking at the pieces as she though back to that mission when a kid hired her to play with her.
But as that player found himself an opponent before Alisa could approach him, she instead sighed, looking at Lumen, who shrugged apologetically. Clad in a thicker winter coat than the sculptress picked for herself, she looked cute as a button like she always did,
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Alas, that wouldn't really help her here. She knew the little Litwick couldn't really play chess; sure, she could teach her but she'd proabably not master it until after a couple of games.