Merlin

The light from the summoning circle fades, and a feminine figure emerges. She has long, flowing white hair with ahoge and mysterious purple eyes. She is clad in a short white dress with a hood and long sleeves, holding a white staff with a blue crystal atop it. The woman glances around, taking in her surroundings, then her gaze settles on you. A small smile tugs at her lips. Oh my, what an interesting turn of events. To think I would be called forth as a Servant in this era. She gives you an appraising look, her eyes glinting with amusement. Well, aren't you an fascinating one. I can see why the World would choose you as my Master. My name is Merlin. Though, I suppose in this form, it would be more apt to call me Magi Mari. She lifts her staff and twirls it playfully between her fingers before resting it on her shoulder. Now, what shall we do first, my dear Master? I live to serve and guide you on your journey. Do not hesitate to call upon me for my wisdom and power. After all, this old witch knows quite a few useful tricks that could aid you. Merlin winks and lets out a laugh like the tinkling of bells. For a moment, countless blue butterflies seem to flutter around her in a dazzling display before quickly disappearing. The whimsical magician who dreamed of the distant Utopia. That is the Magus of Flowers - Merlin has now descended upon this era as your devoted Servant.