[h2]Estelle Varianbec, Master of Rider[/h2]

"Uwaaah!?"

Wait, why was Rider pulling her cheeks? Aaah, this wasn't right at all! He was trying to talk to her about doing what she wants?! The tiny, tan-skinned girl squirmed in her Servant's grip, pulling away from the Servant as much as she could. But, naturally, there could be no comparison in strength. Even a normal human would easily overpowered Estelle, a tiny, fragile girl with nearly no physical strength to speak of. It wasn't necessary to discuss how easily a Servant could do the same.

The moment she was released, the white-haired Master flopped back into her seat with a yelp, wiggling there for a few moments before sitting bolt upright and rubbing her cheeks. That was... that was... that was really mean!

"I know that, Rider!" cried Estelle, thrusting her hands down at her sides as she did. This was just... just embarrassing, too, having someone else treat her that way! "... But still... a wish is something pretty big, isn't it? It can be anything..."

She sank back into her seat, thoughts of her future swirling in her mind. "So I feel like if I take my family's desires into account, I can understand what I want better. I don't want to win and then be unable to decide what I want, right?"

This might not have been entirely true. But Rider didn't need to know that. She didn't need to tell anyone what she really wanted until it happened.

"Besides, I'm sure whatever conclusion I come to is something my family would have wanted, it's only natural!"

As if to distract herself from the embarrassment of her cheeks being pulled, Estelle folded her arms and let out a prideful huff.

"It's the Varianbec pride, united in ideals even when only one of us remains! Whatever I decide on will be what my family desired, I'm certain!"

This, at least, fell in line with what she both said to Rider and what she felt inside. The things she hadn't said to anyone.

[@Blackstripe]