My... What a wonderful day... You really wouldn't think there was a murderous, bloodthirsty horde of demons biding their time for an invasion of the city at large, devils eager to turn it the city of pure white into their personal playground. Perhaps due to all the white, Alisa truly felt at home here, almost as much as she would in her actual hometown, or even Hargeon... Or perhaps she just relished the chance to stroll around on a seaside town under clear, sunny blue skies.
"Ufufu~... Clearly I should have brought my swimsuit~", mused the sculptress, the moment she strolled into the pier and took in that deep, all encompassing blue in all its glory. Not that her current choice of attire was too far off from that ideal, having clad herself in tight denim shorts and a black tank top, highlighting her tall, curvaceous shapeliness with only a light, breezy pink jacket on top, fluttering gracefully with the wind, "Mmmm..."
Merely feeling that gentle sea breeze against her smooth, pale skin had her brushing that long, flowing dark hair behind her shoulder and letting her jacket slip a few inches further down, the kind of immeasurable relief from the heat she just couldn't resist... Alisa was, after all, a northern woman, whose Icebergian blood left her at home in the biting, wintery chill and a flushed, sweaty puddle in the hottest months of summer. As her hands came to rest on the railing overlooking the pier, Alisa leaned in slightly, taking a moment to simply admire the sight before her, before those shimmering wine red orbits finally shifted to the sidewalk, admiring the few people going about their business. Even under the threat of demon attacks, quite a fair number of businesses still remained open, as if the city itself refused to let the cold grip of fear take root:
"Almost impressive really...", she noted, finding she rather enjoyed being able to look around what should ordinarily be the most frequented part of town, at one of the busiest hours of the day, and strolling freely without finding herself surrounded by big crowds at every corner. Did that make her a terrible person...? Perhaps, but the aloof Alisa most certainly didn't care much for that at all, instead savoring this little slice of delight down to every last bite, "Hmmm... Perhaps I'll find some nice looking café to lounge around in~"
And so with a goal taking root in the wanderer's thoughts, the lithomancer strode around the pier with a casual elegance, wondering when she might finally catch something or someone to pique her interest...