[ A burst of magic, a burst of light. All of this is normal for a Servant being summoned from where Heroic Spirits dwell into the physical world.
When the light fades, however...
...The masked figure standing in the center of the circle seems...terribly small, for a magical spirit tasked with fighting in a war. If it wasn't for the horns and the blank mask, they'd pass as a normal human child without difficulty.
When the question comes, the voice isn't so much a voice as it is an impression in the mind.
...Ask of you.
Are you my master?
There is no hesitation in it, at least. Just a grim resignation to do what is asked of them. ]
you know what i considered birchfell but this is more 'fun'
When the light fades, however...
...The masked figure standing in the center of the circle seems...terribly small, for a magical spirit tasked with fighting in a war. If it wasn't for the horns and the blank mask, they'd pass as a normal human child without difficulty.
When the question comes, the voice isn't so much a voice as it is an impression in the mind.
...Ask of you.
Are you my master?
There is no hesitation in it, at least. Just a grim resignation to do what is asked of them. ]