Knuckles was kind enough to extend an invitation to the celebrations, though one could argue that this guild would serve as her second home. This was just her first steps toward getting situated with the new environment and culture and a chance to meet his new brother and sisters in arms. The excitement left her giddy, if not, somewhat nervous. The Demoness never quite cared for such things before, the irksome desire to be liked or wanted since perhaps the first time she stepped into the Paradise Dawn guild hall; since then, she assumed anyone would simple have to take her as she was. Yet now that this was for her beloved, she simply couldn’t remain indifferent.
Lumikki’s ravens were perched among the columns and tents along the beach, they never strayed too far from their master, but promise at a chance of food left them quite eager and observant. They’d announce the approach of others in words only Lumikki would know, alerting her of their guests arrival.
Eight servants, all the boon of a mysterious key from with the Demoness acquire, helped in the preparation of the gathering. Tending to set up of tents and the arranging the garlands while Lumikki carefully arranged the plates and pottery Knuckles invested in for the guild’s use. Depictions of old Seven lavish scenes on the ceramic. The servants wore tradition Icebergian linens, though more thin than the usual kind at home, with bluish purple sashes and traditions patterns. Black feathers adorned their dress as well whether as hair accessories or broaches.
Meanwhile Lumikki held her white hair back in braids and red ribbons, the lower sections loose and flowing with the wind. She wore a short soft pink, somewhat puffed out sundress a motif or red and pink flowers. Her citrine and sapphire eyes hidden behind thick dark, rounded shades to block the annoyance of the prevalent sun, though its presence got easier with moment it came closer to kissing the horizon. Her lips and eyes were painted black with shadow, a laurel wreath with forget me nots and red Bougainvillea flowers adorned the crown of her head and she’d wear a small black choker consisting of raven feathers and red ribbon. Her black stained hands jingled with the clanking of her silver bangles and her legs and feet were coiled with living shadows that served as a barrier for the clinging sand below.
Lumikki, who didn’t fair the best with the heat of warmer climates, pushed her aura so that chill may hang in the air long before the sun departed. There were various places where large black frost blossoms sprouted, ushering a cool air in the areas they were in. And as she passed by in her various little errands to get things started, she’d snack and sustain on the shadows cast on the tables she had worked to arrange.
”I still worry love, do ye think they’d have me?” Lumikki approached Knuckles as he welcomed his guests, her skin and hair painted in the warm hues of the descending sun. Despite her dark nature, Lumikki was glowing softly and in her anxiousness she’d cling onto his arm. The sounds of her birds announcements continued to echo, alerting her of more to come.
As those two stood at the entry for their visitors, Lumikki’s inner flock would visit their old friend. ”How is it being busy in Seven…Murder was it? Even the air feels different here, has your new life been serving you well?” It was Lonu who approached Murder first, followed by Trygve and Gunvald. ”Yes, good of you to find another master. Reassured Lumikki is faring fine but it’s nice to have you coming to and fro.” Trygve was always pleased when another raven found their place elsewhere. It would leave him with more room with their absence, but he would always despair that of all the ravens it wasn’t Gunvald who left to join Knuckles instead. ”Aaah yes, you know how to pick ‘em don’t you lad. Not many people turn up to a fight like him. If I wasn’t so invested in the carnage our demon could have, maybe I’d find my way to Seven as well…..now….tell me of those fight ya seen! Has to be a lot by now, no?”