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."