Now, Alisa wasn't using this form for her own amusement, though she had to admit, it could be quite fun to mess with people who wouldn't recognize her as such. But today, she had a different goal in her mind. Letting out a slow, breathy sigh, Alisa rested the shovel against the wall, watching her breath forming a foggy puff of mist in front of her as she idly rubbed her hands together, and brushed a loose black lock behind her ear:
"Still~... I wonder if she'll actually be here?", she mused, smiling at the next few patrons walking inside the pub. In place of of the picture of feminine grace many knew as the Blue Pegasus' Guild Master, in her place stood a tall, elegant man no lesser in beauty, clad in an unassuming pair of blue jeans and a black leather jacket for a measure of warmth. She recognized Mishiko from their time in the cabin, but who's to say she wouldn't have come incognito much as Alisa herself did?
For now though, she settled for helping out King Claus, after all... If she was going to wait around, might as well keep her hands busy, especially the amount of work piling up before Christmas. Shoveling snow wasn't much, but it's honest work, and it kept the way to the pub clear for new guests to easily make their way inside.
Even in this snowy weather, Alisa wore surprisingly fresh clothes, and simply bothered to slip on a heavy leather jacket over her long sleeved shirt, and a pair of gloves to hold the shovel and ward off the worst of the wintery chill. She had to admit, this cold was far more bearable than the dead of winter in Hargeon. Those humid, frigid gales coming from the sea could chill you right down to the bone. Sure, she withstood it better than most courtesy of her Icebergian blood
Using Tal Rasha's inversion