[h2][center]Caster - Circe[/center][/h2]
"Mmm... Hmm..."

With a half-pensive nod of her head, the Caster of the group slowly took in a sip of the tea presented to those attending this... "Gathering"  of sorts.

There was a great deal of thought going through Circe's head at that moment, and not just regarding the whole 'being summoned to fight in a team of Servants' debacle. Of course, that was chief among her worries: that she would ultimately end up being used and tossed aside once again.

But what struck her as odd was how her Master had treated her. As a magus of the Age of Gods, she knew all too well what dominion over another held in store; it was why she had become a hermit on her island. Granted, she had fallen victim to that same trap... But even so!

Her Master... Circe could only say that she was an oddity among oddities. For once in her life, without having to resort to coercion or begging for her life, someone had been... [i]Considerate[/i] towards her. Of course, she knew the moment that the summoning ritual had finished that her current Master had intended for her to arrive in the first place. The catalyst present had made as much clear, after all.

That dried-out flower had far too much meaning for her; after all, it represented her defeat, and... A few other things she would be much happier not remembering.

In the end, though, Circe found it hard to turn down the invitation to mingle when the time came, though she had given her Master the caveat of not revealing her identity no matter what happened. She wanted to believe in the young woman she was contracted to, but in the end this was still a relationship between Master and Servant.

In other words, the sort that she knew all too well.

"If anything, though... This tea could do with some honey. I could probably brew something that would be far tastier than this, to be honest," she mumbled, slowly familiarizing herself with the taste of the drink in front of her.

After all, the fastest way to a person's heart was their stomach, and it would do her no good if she was only here to be used and tossed aside again. If anything, this might have had equal importance to Circe with the upcoming battles.

No, this took precedence over the War itself. Though she loathed to admit it, the fear of being alone again far outweighed her fear of a second death. But she wouldn't repeat her past mistakes.

Here, she would [i]make[/i] her Master reciprocate those feelings. [i]That[/i] man never did, after all, so it was only fair to correct that error this time.

"Actually, does my Master even prefer this sort of dish? I should ask her after this gathering meets its conclusion..."