Niks woke up, curled into some very snuggly bits of cotton covered down. She felt so warm and comfy, nothing had really changed. They had, but she didn't realize it until she came to completely. A few blinks and then a stare at what was definitely not the room she'd gone to sleep in. The smells of..cinnamon and nutmeg and baking were different too.
The librarian sat up slowly, turned to set her feet on the floor and stood. This was different, yet for the moment she didn't feel all that out of sorts. It felt oddly at home somehow.
She inspected the wardrobe and nearly laughed at the clothes there. They were definitely for her; not her oh so human self, but her more fae self. There was a little mischief to be had perhaps. A peek out the window at the snow and the decorations begged for it, that mischief. Certainly a complete lack of overthought and somberness.
Niks pulled on the thick tights and then the dress with its long skirt of layered fabrics. Whites and blues played in the skirt's varying fabrics and lengths. There were definite places that her legs would show through. The coat was nearly as long as the dress, and both fit from her hips up rather snuggly. The coat's hood and cuffs were trimmed in some sort of fur; she took a moment to hope that whatever it had been it had been killed fairly and not just for its soft fur. The librarian finished it off with a pair of fashionable yet functional boots and matching gloves.
With that she set out into the snow, avoiding the more populated areas. The snow called; it wanted to be played in or at least mussed a bit with footsteps.
Seemed she was not the only one. She didn't stifle the laugh as she caught sight of a large beast playing in the snow. It seemed to feel the same way she did. For the most part anyway.