Lumikki of Iceberg

"Beware of the trickery"

Lumikki sat atop one of the highest roofs, her black kimono loosening as she sat back and enjoyed a third dango snack. She was pulling the last ball off the stick with her teeth while gazing at the clouds. Relishing in the lull of the late afternoon. The music from the festival below kept her entertained as her mind wandered all about. And her flock clung nearby, though with their gaze to the ground in hopes for a small meal if they ever got lucky.

Hulda laid on her lap, nuzzling Lumi’s thighs to reclaim her comfort. Soft purrs left her lips as she lazed about, waiting for when Lumikki plucked the strings of her harp again. The Demoness did it from time to time, mirroring the music below by playing it all from ear. Her talon-like nails pulling at the strings with the least amount of effort, making it easy to prop on the side and play one handed.

”It’s the warrior that joined you.” Lonu uttered matter-a-factly, he was not invested in their appearance but entertained nonetheless. ”The lad who slept you mean.” Gunvald interjected, he was enjoying the respite like the others, but didn’t mind instigating all the same. ”He held out long enough. Those two…uh…those two seemed pretty formidable.” Trygve chimed in as well though he forgot the duo’s name. Not like it mattered now, they too were long gone.

Lumikki took a moment to react while the shadows beneath her hoisted her back up to a straight posture. ”Hmmm…” Lumikki mumbled, as her eyes adjusted enough to see him. Hulda, not pleased by the intrusion, shook herself in place and looked down herself. ”They fight?” Hulda asked, but her focus was more on the being atop his shoulder. Lumi too was curious for the small girl, having never seen one in her size before. ”Ye could say that,” the Demoness caressed her companions head before standing back up. Doing so revealed the small wings that wrapped around her waist just before the orange obi. ”But I wonder if he’s any fun outside the ring…or does he always wrap up too soon…” And with a few silent steps forward, she’d drop down.

In a swift and soft drop, Lumi soundlessly hit the ground. Hulda stayed above for the moment with the ravens as she was not quite in the mood to be surrounded by humans. Though her eyes would never leave the entrance all the same, nor would theirs as they observed all below.

As Lumikki entered the The Drunken Samurai, she brought a cold breeze with her. Almost like a fine mist that dispersed just as quick. And in a sly motion, she’d take the seat beside the man and friend. Leaning onto the counter as she got the bartenders attention with a hand raised.

With Lumikki’s more striking appearance, she got his attention first. Pale hair pulled back in a bun that was a mix of Icebergain braids and loose strands. Orange and red flower pins were tucked into the locks to hold it all in place. Her hands looked stained with ink, from nails to forearms. As if they were like the talons of ravens. And her twilight eyes, one blue, one yellow, locked onto the man veering over to ask her what drink. ”Anata no mottomo amai sake,” she’d reply before finally dropping down into her seat. Her eyes or focus not yet extending to the man beside her as she watched over the bartender handling her request instead.

”Ye won’t get a drink if ya just sit there.” As her eyes finally panned to him, her nails lightly tapping onto the wood, she’d meet him with a cheeky smile. ”Unless of course, it was yer desire to be overlooked?” The bartender returned with a bottle and glass, placing it just before her. Lumikki pulled them in, and as she did, she’d chill the sake further. Before pouring herself the first glass and throwing it back.

"When fire burns cold."