Lumikki blushed profusely. She was never short of praise growing up but the acknowledgment of a Dwarf always got to her. They did not compliment needlessly, only speak what they felt was fact. So all the words from Uncle Brone hit harder than the Spear Angel ever could.
Lumikki shieled her face in her flustered state, hiding her reddening face. The darkness could not veil her unless she willed it so, but that would make for a fun secret to hold on to. Lumikki rubbed her face vigorously to change the sensation, icing her cheeks to alleviate the heat.
When she felt her bashfulness subsiding she slapped her cheeks and honed her focus.
"Right, right ye wanted to see a storm Uncle? I wanna try my hand at making one. It felt amazing being within yer blizzard back in Joya." Lumikki stepped back for a bit to figure out where exactly she would want to direct it. She looked over the vast space that was the training dome. All she concluded was to spare the fire from her cast so he could see the work she's done. Lumikki was content with this as she faced away.
She closed her eyes once more so that she would be able to dig deep. Thinking back on her life further North in her home. Lumikki only knew the cold and chill for some time. Though the waterfalls would warm up enough in Fjallgard to resume falling, it never was so warm that she would feel bothered. Even the fresh water nearby invited a chill to the wind during the summers and spring.
There was one winter she remembered clearly, back when she was but a smaller lass. Her father was aiding another in their forge for a collab. The recipient wanted something very particular and Morgrym, her Pa, had a particular set of skills that knock off some requests in the order. So the smith had made plans to call her Pa over and get some of it done, only they were hardly perceptive to the weather occurring around them. Despite the warnings of her Nan, a woman her could read the storms even before she could taste the air. A feat Lumi could only wish that she could acquire over time.
Her stubborn Pa, Morgrym set off to do the work that must be done. He insisted so confidently that a Dwarf was built to handle any harsh climate, ever challenge of adversity that threatened them. The woman was no longer of an age to put up a fight, already on in her years. Viola, Lumi's mother put up the fight for as long as she could but there was no getting through to a man that had already lived three of their life times. So she relented for the moment but was not any happier for it.
Lumi remembered seeing her Pa leave, slamming the door behind him. He had all his tools packed and was trekking them to the other forge. She ran to the window and watched him left.
Not too long after a blizzard was picking up outside. It was a soft flurry at first but quickly kicked into a storm. The wind wiping at the windows violently. Nan reinforced her magic for the house, warding of the storm but the massive blizzard was becoming a raging sea separating Lumi with her Pa. Countless hours went by and it long passed Lumi's time for bed. Her mother was pacing in the kitchen because she couldn't bring herself to sit down. Nan was working her magic just nearby, silently chanting her prayers to the primordial Frost so that she may deliver Morgrym just fine. All in the home were impatient but it was Lumi who ran out the door.
Her mother and Nan were non the wiser for a bit of time until they saw it open and letting in all the snow.
Lumi had already long began digging a trail through the snow. The little bit of magic she knew helped her pave the way but she could never quite forget what it felt like to be in that blizzard.
The cold was something she had never knew, and it was far before the years to would build her tolerance. Every once of heat was constantly and rapidly escaping her body. Yet Lumi pushed on as far as she could despite it all. Almost getting buried alive quite a few times. She was finally at the forge where her Pa was after two hours of digging through. Taking in all the snow and its weight, the impact of its strength and the feeling of acold so deep her bones were chilled. The sight just up above of near all white as the snow violently lashed all in its way, mixed with the dark of the night sky so that it felt like oblivion.
And just a few meters from the forge would she collapse. The storm finally claiming her. Lumikki would remember that chill well. The feeling as the wind would burn you in every passing. How it felt the blizzard was taking everything away from you until nothing was left but the husk of your form. It almost felt like the antitheist of life itself as it wore you away and slowed you down. Purged you of all you needed and desired to go on, as it tested your will to live anyway. As Lumikki laid on her back slowly getting buried alive for the last time, she gave much thought to the power of the blizzard and to the cold. She truly understood that day and from then on the things her Nan would speak on. She didn't surrender herself to the cold, and with the little of her magic left she even tried to fight it. Yet there was only so much a child could do against sheer force of nature. Against Aurilandür the primordial of Frost. All Lumikki could hope to do was be accepted into the cold realm and become one. May Niflheim where the cold creeps from, embrace her.
Though before Lumi could completely reenter Aurilandür's grasp, all the snow from around her was pushed to the side as far as she could see herself. It was like an even greater wind challenged the snow piled and won. It was only later that she was told Nan clears the whole path from home to the forge. Allowing her Pa to scope her into her arms.
It took many days for Lumikki to recover. The chill of the cold ran so deep that she should of died, her Nan all the much more sure in her potental as an ice mage for managing the feat of out living the storm and the feat of Lumi being able to move that far alone at all. Lumi herself was never the same, but the cold only took to her even easily, as if that day they were merged into one.
Lumikki tapped into that memory. With how it changed and made her. Perhaps the child really did die that day only to be brought back as something new. She herself would never truly know, only that her connection to the primordial Frost Aurilandür had become a strong one.
Lumikki pulled her armed to her chest. Embracing the storm with in her as a lavender magical circle flashed from behind her. Six big, strong wings spouting from her form and in one massive flap forward, a blizzard erupted. Just like it had that day many years ago, late into the nice. Her black snow merging the two like her view as she laid on the floor. Whipping around the area she intended just as violent and as viciously. Kicking up to a terroring blizzarding storm like the one conjured by nature.
Lumikki wonders as deeply and sincerely as she could, would her Nan be proud of her? What would be the look on that woman's face as she saw the child she raised today, creating a blizzard that would rival one of the worst they have seen on a whim. Just as casually as Lumikki constructing herself a chair.
Lumikki turned back to her Uncle satisfied. She wanted to see the look on his face from what she had to offer.
Aye, Uncle! The storm ye were wanting. The storm to bring the blizzards back into the North. This is what I hope I could bring to the Dawn!"Umbran Storm Learned (1413/2000 wc 50% wcr due to int)