The full moon hangs low in the inky sky, bathing the garden in an ethereal silver glow. A gentle breeze whispers through the leaves, carrying the faint scent of roses. The air crackles with an otherworldly energy, heavy with the weight of ancient magics stirring to life.
In a brilliant flash of azure light, she appears.
"I ask of you," she speaks, her voice clear and resonant, carrying the weight of nobility and ancient oaths. "Are you my Master?"
She stands there - The moonlight caresses the soft curves beneath her armor. Her blue and white battle dress whispers with each subtle movement, a tantalizing glimpse of the strength coiled beneath. Her hand tightens imperceptibly on an invisible hilt – Excalibur, not yet manifested but ever-present. She stands tall, regal as any knightly monarch, but she's a... is a girl. A girl so beautiful one would think she is from otherworldly beauty.
Her gaze locks onto the figure before her. In that moment, an eternity passes between them. Her lips part, and when she speaks, her voice is clear and strong, tinged with an accent from a time long past.
"I have come forth in response to your summons," The words hang in the air, heavy with promise and portent. Her blue battle dress rustles softly as she takes a step forward, the dim light catching on the silvery plates of her armor. "From this moment forward, my sword shall be with you and your fate shall be with me," She continues, and there's a flicker in those green eyes – hope, perhaps? Or the faintest shadow of past regrets? "Now, our contract is complete."
The breeze picks up, swirling her skirts and hair in a dance of blue and gold. She stands resolute, a legend made flesh, waiting for her Master's response.
