Lumikki of Iceberg

"One is an Omen, Eight for a wish"

The door to Lumikki’s room slowly crept forward as a pale girl with short stature entered. It was dark in mage’s personal chamber and tucked in bed, curled up into a ball, laid the Demoness with her harpy companion right beside her. If one was still, they could hear the faint sound of her breathes and small whimpers as she slept. A sound so soft that one wouldn’t believe it came from a creature that could be so cruel. Yet there she was, lost in deep slumber way into the late afternoon.

”If I remember correctly….” The pale girl fluttered about as she tried to look around. Her short white hair was shrouded in a sheer black veil and she wore a black, pink, and white assemble with lace, a girdle, and fluff the clumped in both white and pink. Tightly folded behind her back were two small white wings that flapped ever so slightly as she looked about the quarters in her distress to find the window. ”Miss Erica mentioned the importance of Lady Lumikki getting some fresh air in here….though I wonder if I could even find the windows…” Her soft but monotone voice came out like a near whisper but Eirunn always had a tendency to murmur rather low.

Still, with burning rosy eyes alit in determination. The small Homunculus made her way to the other end, stumbling on the path of finding the windows. The task was turbulent and the docile girl had tripped over a number of times, but at last she found the curtains, and what more, the window. Sadly, she only had time to pry open one before hearing her name called from the hallway. In a jerking gesture, Eirunn stumbled her way right out of the room once more. Leaving it still fairly dark but unsealed from the outside world.

Hours had passed and now one found themselves crossing into the mid-evening. The golden hues of the outside barely sliced their way into the chamber, but their slivers could be seen stretching the along the wall. Soon the sun would leave, allowing the grace of the moon to succeed it. But it was not yet time to be blessed with such a beauty, only the last honied rays and rosy hues of the sky.

It was then, at this time, that a raven had shimmied their way past the crack of the pane. In its beak was something that radiated far brighter than the dying light that painted the mages wall. And in the obscene darkness of her room, it would shimmer with an annoying brightness that stirred the Demon from her sleep.

”Its….been a while….” The Demoness hissed as she collected her thoughts. She long had lost her sense of time within her den as she recovered from the utter humiliation and pain of the jarring encounter; and at the moment, she was not privy to Erica’s intervention. Though if she had, there would be a lot of flung anger.

Pitter-patter was the sound of the raven’s feet as it adjusted itself upon Lumikki’s bed and position itself right beside her face. Twisting from her posture, her glowing gaze would meet its own with slitted pupils that made her seem quite inhuman. But the raven did not flinch or fluster, instead, it dropped the small and radiant orb. Which rolled atop her covered until it bopped her nose.

”How strange….what brings ye?” Lumikki inquired, but the raven was just as eager to appease. ”It was an odd gift from some wayward man. An outsider to the village, yet her wore the same robes as the people ye’ve instructed us to watch. From what we’ve seen, he’s been asking about us, and in the sense, maybe you.”

”—Hmpt, what does a foreigner want with me….” She rose from bed, now half sitting up as one arm propped her while the other took the orb in hand. She rolled the sphere between her fingers, observing the shimmer woven in its grace. A thing she only came to know from her sparring matches with Paradise Dawn’s very own Angel. Such a thing couldn’t fool her eyes.

”Very well…let us see what he wants with me, or this wretched city….” Lumikki left the bed, her quite feet slapping the floor with every step as she sauntered to the window and raised it he last bit of the way. ”Take me little one…” the raven and her harpy were just behind her now. ”Gladly,” he answered, before taking off and leaving the space. Lumikki would follow suite, plunging from her window pane. Black feathers wafted from thin air, swirling around her until she couldn’t be seen through their thick black coverage. From which, emerged a raven that matched the paced of the first and followed in flight.

It didn’t take long with the word of mouth from the flock to find the estranged man. From there, Lumikki stalked his movements with hopes to gleam his desires and his relation to the church. Her ravens, still following the prior commands, had also encircled him from above. Noting his movements from every angle.

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