(Human form refs)
Saber couldn’t quite deduce how she’d gotten roped into this. She’d chalk it up to Irisviel’s incredibly pathetic, but nonetheless potent, puppy-dog eyes. When she’d pleaded to meet with Mr. Bentner and Miss Morwena again, Saber had flat out refused on the grounds that one was old and too dangerous, and the other was scantily clad and annoying as hell. Irisviel had promptly smacked her arm for being rude and vigorously defended her ‘friends,’ saying that Bentner was distinguished and simply thirsted for knowledge, which wasn’t something to insult, and that Morwena just had a unique sense of style and she just took some getting used to. Saber still didn’t think it was a good idea, but regardless, she’d been dragged here, to the middle of a farmland, where Irisviel stood petting the soft, velvety nose of a baby Penticorn as it nosed it’s way through the slats of the fence looking for treats. Tapping her foot impatiently, Saber leaned up against the gate of the fence, swatting away one of the adult Penticorn who decided to try and nibble at her ponytail. She checked the watch on her wrist; “They’re late.” Irisviel ignored her pointed statement, humming happily as she cooed over the baby creature (Highly undignified and unbecoming of a woman of her station, Saber decided). Sighing, Saber closed her eyes, deciding she had nothing else to do and might as well meditate a bit while she waited….that is until the Penticorn decided to give her ponytail another nibble.