She sat along its edge with her feet submerged in the water. A book laid to her side opened flat with pages to the ground. The title made known that it was a collection of Bosco fairytales and it would seem she was not yet halfway through.
For the moment, Lumi had taken a break. Opting to sing some songs from her motherland of Iceberg as she plucked the strings of her harp. Her skin, the color of night, and her hair were like fallen snow. As for the moment in her leisure, she felt no need to disguise herself.
Ravens and many other birds would perch among the trees, some even joining her in song. They were made easier to see with the lack of leaves clinging to the branches as it still was the thick of winter. Even so, Lumi was clothed in a loose, short dress. Needing no protection from the cold, but instead thriving in it.