Lucinda or rather Little Luci her older brother fondly called her, was once again in some cavern with barely any light. She knew the risks and dangers which might lurk within, but her passion drove her. In her mouth a man made lantern well lit to guide her through the darkness, when she finally came to which she sought on the walls drawings made by the humans depicting history of times of old. She placed the lantern down and gasped "Amazing findings!" she mumbled to herself, it was not usual for her to talk to herself when discovering cavern art. Art fascinated her.
The humans also fascinated her. She wanted to learn more and more, further study things not known in their tongue. She smiled up at the drawings if only she'd be able to replicate such art, she practiced several times grasping the human's drawing tool and attempting to make sketches but she was awful at it. A weakness she detested. She sighed. She'll just have to keep record of remembrance.
A puff of smoke escaped with each breath she took. It was cold, even though she was born in a warmer region it did not bother her much. She'd travel to hell and back as long as it was for more findings to be had, though despite the freezing temperatures she enjoys the look of snow covering the lands in white beauty. Plus the humans to the region tend to make those odd things they called snowman.