[ For a moment longer, the night was quiet, a beat of anticlimax before everything was split apart with light. Arcs of spidery lightning ripped out from the center of the circle, casting everything in a garish red as a sourceless wind tossed itself around in the air. It was quite a light show – but it only lasted for a second. Just as quick as it began, the light died away, leaving only dust in its wake – dust, and the figure of a slender woman, accompanied by a deadly looking spear.
Her eyes were closed, but only for an exhale – and then when she opened them, all that air came rushing back in with a sharp intake of breath. ]
Ah–
[ The light wasn't dim enough for Brynhildr to really fool herself, but still, for a moment, her eyes played a cruel trick. They picked out the outline of the man in front of her rather than the details and her hopeful, traitor heart beat out the familiar rhythm of Sigurd, Sigurd, Sigurd– but she managed to quell it. Whoever this man was, whatever reason he had summoned her, it was clear that he was not her Sigurd.
She lowered her gaze – apparently in deference, but truly to give her heart a moment to stop racing, for her Master's sake more than her own. Then she spoke, her voice soft and hesitant. ]
My True Name is... Brynhildr. My Class is Lancer. Are you... my Master?
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Her eyes were closed, but only for an exhale – and then when she opened them, all that air came rushing back in with a sharp intake of breath. ]
Ah–
[ The light wasn't dim enough for Brynhildr to really fool herself, but still, for a moment, her eyes played a cruel trick. They picked out the outline of the man in front of her rather than the details and her hopeful, traitor heart beat out the familiar rhythm of Sigurd, Sigurd, Sigurd– but she managed to quell it. Whoever this man was, whatever reason he had summoned her, it was clear that he was not her Sigurd.
She lowered her gaze – apparently in deference, but truly to give her heart a moment to stop racing, for her Master's sake more than her own. Then she spoke, her voice soft and hesitant. ]
My True Name is... Brynhildr. My Class is Lancer. Are you... my Master?