Lumikki of Iceberg

"One is an Omen, Eight for a wish"

The day, to Lumikki's standards, was relatively warm. Sun kissed her skin as she walked along the College of Destruction's grounds. The raven was making her way over to her chosen location. One where only Drakkon would know to find her, as plans for some training had been arranged prior.

It was a favor for him, but a find excuse to see sparks fly for her. In her amazement, she ponder his spells, or what it was he had in mind. After getting a taste of his range in the raid, she now wondered what more there could be.

Her ravens stalked the grounds alongside her, never staying too far away. Should the dragon find he was lost, their presence oddly lit the way. And so, as the sun was descending for the day, Lumikki who arrived early, now sat atop her illusionary seat reading a book. Her pale white hair pulled back in a bun that showed the chaos tattoo if they knew to notice it. Markings like a Kitsuné shimmered along her skin while her beaded necklace hovered and rotated slowly. Its magic weaving small wisps of ghastly blue flames around her. Her dress was short with lace and feathered accents, notably on the chest and waist.

"Pity those who hold the gaze of me flock."

Lumikki of Iceberg

"One is an Omen, Eight for a wish"

"He comes. He approaches. He arrives." Her ravens announced his presence long before he came into her view, and as such, she'd skim along the last sentences, preparing the moment he was before her. As she did, the Demoness could not hide the growing smile on her face. It was like seeing an old friend, and she was excited.

Long had been the days since they last met, and if she truly did remember correctly, it would be the day of the raid that proved their final meeting. So giddy was the raven to know chaos approaches. "He's here," Lonu remarked. His purple flecked feathers shimmered in purple and blue hues as the Obscura in him painted him anew. And around his neck was a small ornament like charm. "Just...about...do--"

Drakkon's honeyed voice would beat her to it. Leaving her to pout ever so slightly as she shut the book after noting the page. "Much to tell me?~ Then we must get started." Lumikki rose from her seat with eyes locked onto the Dragon. Her hand with the book extended before dropping from her fingers. Only for it to slip away into a realm in between. The chair she sat now twitching before bursting into thin air like it was never been there.

Of course, her eyes could betray his news, but nothing would satisfy her like his proud words. So she kept the insight at bay so that she could hear his tale for the first time. "Admittedly, I've been busy me share as well." The shift in appearance would say as much, but not enough to mark anything of note.

"Pity those who hold the gaze of me flock."

Lumikki of Iceberg

"One is an Omen, Eight for a wish"

”Guild Master ye say?” Her face bore a bewildered expression but in truth she wasn’t all that surprised. All the same, she was still rather impressed. ”Work rather quickly don’t ya? Granted I haven’t seen ye for some time but ya seem to have a pattern of climbing up rather quickly.” There was a smirk on her face but it wouldn’t linger long. Instead a bit of worry hinted in her expression and features. ”The lass will be ok, will she? Sis promised to join me should I find growing conflicts, but can’t suppose she’d help me like this.” Though her words seemed tailored toward self gain, Lumikki genuinely worried over the matter, not sure exactly what the situation was or called for. Without knowing it, she’d summon the necklace gifted to her by the Dragon herself and confirm for herself if the lass was ok, and sure enough, it pulsed like normal.

With a sigh of relief, the Demoness would let Drakkon speak on as he informed her more of his growing arsenal. Of course, by the time the Witch was summoned, Lumikki was nearly floored. ”Crafty as ever I see. Yer magic was always perplexing, suppose suiting yer nature all too well. But I never thought ye’d be able to snatch something up like this….” The Witch and her exchanged a passing glance, while the summon giving her a slight by, Lumi returned it with a welcoming nod.

”Fair greetings lass, I’ve never seen anyone like ya. Summon to this level I suppose, but then I guess in retrospect, that’d be wrong. Ryuko sent one knocking on me door some time ago. Still, ye don’t seem as one note. Say, they call ye a witch, could I inquire why? What magic do ye dabble in? I for one excel in frost and dark meself.”

"Pity those who hold the gaze of me flock."

Lumikki of Iceberg

"One is an Omen, Eight for a wish"

”Darkness ye say? I dabble in the like meself. Can’t say I partake in rituals but I do construct all me spells from scratch. Of course, I wouldn’t mind learning me way through more magic so a chat with ya would be invited but to think…and enormous physical boost ye say. I’ve grown in strength meself but that’s cause I grow as a Valkyrie. So I could only wonder how such a predicament does for ye and how ya go about it. Like, what weapon would ye favor and how well could ye strike. Honestly, this is all quite curious.” As Lumikki go lost in her conversation with the witch, she was unaware of the internal conflict Drakkon was currently face in the spiritual realm. He made no spectacle of it, simply closing his eyes as he stood.

Lumikki of course gave him a glance over but didn’t think much of it, instead choosing to learn more about the mysterious person before her. Unlike most of who she encountered, she could not pull from her insight to gleam the woman’s identity in the slightest. ”Do ye have a name to address ye lass, or an alias if ye’d prefer. I hardly wanna refer to ye as witch every time, seeing ye as more and all.”

"Pity those who hold the gaze of me flock."

Lumikki of Iceberg

"One is an Omen, Eight for a wish"

Lumikki stepped up, maneuvering her hands in that air so that it could catch and shape the darkness. In a few more gestures, she’d make a blade, but as she spoke, it would cycle through glaciers, daggers, axes and so on. ”There are so many to choose from, if I could, I’d pick a spear meself. Of course learning to use it is another thing entirely.” Lumikki placed the frost-made dagger into Dea’s hand, giving the witch a moment to get a feel for it. ”But I can’t understand how he’s stopping ye. Is it a lack of mana?” Her bewildered eyes strayed over to Drakkon, who was still in his mind scape at the moment.

”Oy, Dea? That’s pretty cute for a name.” Lumikki’s eyes darted back to the witch as she nodded along with her words. ”Hmm? Relation?—Oh, we’re good friends. He used to be a member of me guild before he went off a conquered his own. But I’ll match yer question with another of me own. How does one summon yer company and how did ye fall into this line of work? I’m curious of the magic of another dark user. It’s fun to pick through ones thoughts if I could.” Lumikki’s posture, which was tense in her confusion, eased back down as the conversation went one. Now her thoughts fell back to her new acquaintance and fellow practitioner. Despite Lumikki’s lack of insight, she could feel the experience and wisdom from the witch before her, and as the Demon always sought more knowledge and stories, she was hungry to hear more.

That was until Drakkon voiced something after his long pause. ”Got what done?” Her head titled as she looked him over, with eyebrows sinking and narrowing eyes. ”Ye got her summoning done? Well, aye that ye did.”

"Pity those who hold the gaze of me flock."

Lumikki of Iceberg

"One is an Omen, Eight for a wish"

”Oh so that’s how it works~” Lumikki cooed as she gave Dea’s process’s thought. She never encountered a concept like this before, nor had she ever experienced the pleasure of speaking to a summon quite so properly. ”Forgive me ignorance, but is that how it usually works? Ya use the spells of those who summon ye? Suppose it makes sense, yer here under conditions, yea? Then it would make some sense that there are some limitations to what they pull to this realm and time…”

As Dea expressed the terms of her work, a smile grew on Lumikki’s features. Widening into a toothy grin that brightened most at the invitation to meet more of her in the future. ”—Aye, ye heard that Drakkon? I’d love to see me fellow witch again…Hmm but…” Lumikki’s posture drooped as she thought about it. Her arms crossing before her chest and head tilting down. She kept the pose for hardly a minute before turning to look at the sky and adjusting her footing. ”Ye know? I wonder if I’d like to be summoned meself. Might be a fun waste of time if I could sort it so that it meets me terms…or pay a tasty price.” Her toothy grin returned with fangs bared.

Drakkon, free of the stupor of battle, re-immersing himself into the conversation like nothing changed and uttering the notion of third summon. ”Three?” Lumikki said, her voiced high-pitched from her curiosity. ”Would ye mind sharing with me whose left?” Lumikki turned to face him, slightly bowed forward from her intrigue. Never did she think Drakkon could summon, seeing as it was its own branch of magic and study; but a las, the devourer takes all.

”No spells at the moment to let loose on ye, but sometimes I do wonder how ye’d fair under me magic. Yet ye can’t hide yer power from me eyes, yer an opponent I’m not sure I’d want to entertain as it stands. Rather, stand beside.” Lumikki’s smile parted for a moment as she stuck out her tongue playfully and then stepped back to let the man have space to work.

Drakkon focused his mana to a point, allowing the gist of the spell to be invoked and the circle flicker. Lumikki cooed as it began to come alive but soon became dumbfounded by the back fire. [b”—Eh. Drakkon, yer alright lad?”[/b] She’d utter, a feet steps toward him and the wounds were already closing up in his arm. Lumikki let out a sigh, ”I keep forgetting,” was all she managed to say before extending out a hand to help hoist him up. When he was on his feet, she’d pace around him. Circling the dragon as she gave his work some thought. ”It would be curious to study the state in which ya devour magic. Do ye keep the same dimensions and limitations, I wonder…” Lumikki halted her stride right before him, glancing up to look him in the eyes as she mulled over the words that could best suit him. All while black frost crept along her skin forming an armor akin to a Valkyrie of myth.

”I grew affinity and mastery over me elements, though even that took its trial and error. Like solving a puzzle or piecing the imagery together to interlock the components of the spell. All this to say,” she’d step back to make more space, walking back over to Dea and letting the armor fall away but not without staring at the places that coated her arms. ”Since ye lack authority over the certain elements granted to ya by consumption, I’d advise a stronger sense of imagination and understanding to sparer ye more flukes when ye can muster it. Though…now that ye have Dea with ya now, that’s valuable insight in magic to have around, no?”

"Pity those who hold the gaze of me flock."