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[h2]Shuten Douji, Fuyuki Outskirts[/h2]
[b]Einnashe Workshop ‘Lucus’, center of the summoning circle[/b]

An offer of freedom accepted hastily and without second thought. 

An eruption of light and sound amid the otherwise tranquil forest. 

The aroma of ripened fruit, dripping fresh and gory. 

The feeling of grass between the toes. 

Oh such wonder to live again, such a feast of the senses already.

A... Child? Oh how peculiar.[/center]

Without even leaving the circle the servant seated herself, legs crossed, and immediately began to fiddle with the mouth of one of the many gourds that dangled heavily about her shoulders. A vulgar posture un-befitting of the beautiful form of a maiden, but perhaps not so shocking given those blood red horns.

Only after making herself comfortable did she speak, "So...You, a mere child, are my master? This is already so amusing." Her voice, soft and airy, quiet but heavy on the ear, it was certainly not the voice one would expect from her at first glance. Her questions where rhetorical. There was no eye contact nor apparent interest. Her focus didn't leave the vessel, which she had managed to uncork while she spoke. 

She had existed in this world for less than a minute and already she was beginning to pour a drink. Not even so much as an introduction... Though she held the red lacquered bowl in her palm, now filled near to the brim with a clear liquid whose identity was betrayed by its aroma, out towards the boy.