It was somewhat irritating to ask this child for aid, to honor her in becoming her Master, when she was not aware of the potential consequences of their contract. She hoped her choice was the correct one and this would not drain of damage her, she would not forgive herself is her plea would affect her health or cause her pain. For the moment, she let those fears dissipate and focus on the task at hand. She watched the girl call out for her magical, talking stick and recognized the transformation sequence, she witnessed it in the past, when she installed ‘Lancer’ to spar with Saber.
Caster…
The appearance Illya took on was not unexpected, but it was still unpleasant to watch that familiar witch’s cloak and that witchcraft staff. It was not an appearance that suited the girl, but she did not object, her face was schooled into neutrality while she obtained the knowledge she would need to form a spiritual path between them. Finally, it seemed she understood what must be done.
"I see. It gladdens me to hear that." Whether was the reason, she did not care, as long as this succeeded and she returned to normal from that unsettling costume she had to wear. Against those unpleasant reminders of the one who took her as Servant by force, she did not steer her gaze away. She could not begrudge Illasyviel when she had requested this.
No not let that child be harmed by this, Arturia breath hitched when she began the incantation and how she began to ready her Magic Circuits to receive the strenuous effort of sustaining a Servant. Suppressing all her doubts, she stared right into her determinate eyes with the same unflinching certainty.
"On my honor as a Saber, I accept your oath," she announced and her voice raised to finish her declaration, "I accept you as my new Master, Illyasviel!" As soon as those words left her lips, a violent tempest began to rage between them. Prana-infused rising swirls of wind emerged while Arturia felt her magical energy flown toward the link that had been recently forged. It was like her body glistened with a power she had not since Rin had become her Master, since her days as the King of Knights in Britain. Any weakness and ephemeral look she could have had were gone, leaving only a presence that exuded overwhelming power.
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Caster…
The appearance Illya took on was not unexpected, but it was still unpleasant to watch that familiar witch’s cloak and that witchcraft staff. It was not an appearance that suited the girl, but she did not object, her face was schooled into neutrality while she obtained the knowledge she would need to form a spiritual path between them. Finally, it seemed she understood what must be done.
"I see. It gladdens me to hear that." Whether was the reason, she did not care, as long as this succeeded and she returned to normal from that unsettling costume she had to wear. Against those unpleasant reminders of the one who took her as Servant by force, she did not steer her gaze away. She could not begrudge Illasyviel when she had requested this.
No not let that child be harmed by this, Arturia breath hitched when she began the incantation and how she began to ready her Magic Circuits to receive the strenuous effort of sustaining a Servant. Suppressing all her doubts, she stared right into her determinate eyes with the same unflinching certainty.
"On my honor as a Saber, I accept your oath," she announced and her voice raised to finish her declaration, "I accept you as my new Master, Illyasviel!" As soon as those words left her lips, a violent tempest began to rage between them. Prana-infused rising swirls of wind emerged while Arturia felt her magical energy flown toward the link that had been recently forged. It was like her body glistened with a power she had not since Rin had become her Master, since her days as the King of Knights in Britain. Any weakness and ephemeral look she could have had were gone, leaving only a presence that exuded overwhelming power.