[h3][center][color=9afeff]Saber - Servant of Angelina Flores[/color][/center][/h3]
Saber's eyebrows arched upwards at the very... unexpected reaction from her Master.

She chose to courteously ignore Angelina's initial outburst in her native tongue, decipherable to Saber only thanks to the services of the Grail, but upon noting the low thud caused by the impact of her Master's butt meeting the hardened floor, Saber decided that averting her sight would be an act of formality no longer.

Raising her gaze while keeping her body naturally lowered, Saber laid eyes on her Master for the first time.

[color=9afeff]"...?"[/color] and the crease in her brow widened in surprise.

Though she had guessed as much from the pitch of her voice, the [s]Lord[/s] Lady she had pledged her allegiance to appeared dreadfully young at first glance, though upon further inspection she seemed to carry with her a sense of understanding that only came with age. Nevertheless she seemed flustered for some reason, and upon further reflection it became clear to Saber as to why. Her brown eyes briefly darted towards the catalyst she had instinctively placed at her side, its blade so familiar to her that her body had acted before her mind, but it wasn't an armament originally belonging to her. Her Master must have intended to summon her father instead of herself. It only went without saying seeing as he was much more accomplished and famed for its use, so Saber resigned herself to fill her dear father's reputation in his stead when...

[color=9afeff]"...or not?"[/color], she noted the flushed expression of the girl before her.

She had introduced herself as Angelina Flores, but had furthermore described herself as simple while admonishing Saber's use of her appropriate title. She was as humble as she was kind it would seem, but furthermore, she appeared to have no qualms with having summoned the 'daughter' rather than the 'father'.

Saber allowed a smile of relief to grace her lips, [i][color=9afeff]"I am grateful. This a Master I may serve without complaint"[/color][/i] she whispered soundlessly to herself.

With renewed vigor she dared to straighten her back as any undue formality only seemed to trouble her superior, her earnest excitement filling her chest with joy.

[color=9afeff]"Lady Flores then. It would be my pleasure to be of service to you in this War"[/color], Saber inclined her head as a replacement to a bow before shifting her attention to the naked blade at her side.

Carefully grasping the cold metal at the very base of the hilt while still in [i]seiza[/i], she offered the sword upright to her Master with the edge pointed towards herself, [color=9afeff]"But first I must return to you your possession. This was the catalyst used for my summoning, was it not? In that case it must be a prized magical artifact of some renown, one that I would be loathe to deprive you of. Though I feel it remains yet hollow, I do not doubt it can still be of much use to you, Lady Flores. Perhaps we could visit a craftsman to furnish the blade with a hilt and sheath after you have ascertained the scope of my abilities? As my Master, I would be happy to answer any question you may have in regards to my Noble Phantasm as I realize that it is... rather unconventional."[/color], she admitted with a modest smile.

Saber may have gotten too relaxed in much too short of a time, though that only spoke volumes of the disarming attitude Angelina employed to make her feel at ease, intentional or not. After all, for someone like her, she was not used to be treated in such a manner, and by her Master no less.

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