[h3][center][color=9afeff]Saber - Servant of Angelina Flores[/color][/center][/h3]
[color=9afeff]"I see"[/color] Saber nodded, [color=9afeff]"If you have no experience with swordsmanship then there is little we can do, although... no I believe it might be better this way. To arm oneself is to invite others to respond to your provocation, so it is fortunate that you have yet felt the need to learn the way of the sword."[/color]

Saber caught herself dangerously close to veering off topic into one of her lectures, so she had Angelina to thank for brining up the matter of refreshments.
Saber currently existed in physical form. Her feet prickled from the weight of her sitting posture and her tight-fitted armor pressed pleasantly against her chest. Now that she had taken physical form, she had become conscious of even the most menial tasks like breathing and blinking; they were all pleasures of the flesh reserved for the living after all. Though her manifestation was limited and only temporary, these trivialities nevertheless brought with them a certain sense of joy, and Saber reveled in her newfound sensation of being alive. If this alone was so painfully nostalgic to her, then what about the promise of refreshments? Her ears perked at the mention of tea, but her eyes were overcome with flustered concern as her Master had already crossed halfway into the kitchen area.

[color=9afeff]"Ah, I would love to partake Lady Flores, but please, there is no need to prepare it yourself"[/color], Saber hurriedly stammered as she rose to her feet.

She had dealt with nobility and military alike and was able to remain composed during negotiations thanks to the teachings of her father, yet when faced with a superior that considered themselves inferior, Saber admitted to be at a complete loss. Had this girl no regards for her rank and authority? If so, all the decorum Saber had relied upon so far would be of little use... but neither could she treat her as her equal, could she?

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