In the abode of the one known as Maeve Harrison, the circle in question glowed faintly, the odd undercurrents of the energy at work in the summoning already becoming visible. A smell akin to a sweet incense came to be recognisable as a sourceless breeze seemed to enter the room. The air flickered, an ethereal light shining brightly in a vaguely humanoid, winged shape, before dimming rapidly. The angel's form was made manifest in the center of the circle, garbed in white clothes that matched his long, silky white hair as much they did his spread wings. At his left side was an immaculate scabbard covered in angelic glyphs of Enochian, a pale bladed longsword bedecked in symbols of a similar nature, sheathed within.<br/><br/>Salathiel's gaze flicked open, his eyes alternating in colour for a moment between blue and gold, before settling on the latter. That gaze widened for a moment, moving towards the one who had summoned him to the world of mortals. One of the surprising things was the power of this particular ritual, even though Salathiel himself was evidently not a higher tier angel, and accordingly both less called upon, and less well known in comparison the archangels, the seraphim and cherubim, and so on. Nonetheless, he prided himself on his intelligence and knowledge, if not brute strength, which was something he held in a certain degree of contempt.<br/><br/>Mind working keenly, he smiled faintly, barely a trace of the thoughts that lay within his head revealing themselves, including his uncertainty and the suspicion with which he regarded this particular incantation.<em>For one thing, it certainly does not resemble the more mainstream incantations, though they vary naturally from place to place, in whatever language the speaker might desire. They are, after all, essentially symbolising and channelling forces and energies that mortals can rarely comprehend, at best merely sensing such things. This, though, seems to have another element to it...</em><br/><br/>The angel spoke to the woman called Maeve Harrison, his voice as silvery and harmonious as one would expect. "What shouldst thou desire, mortal, that thou would go to the length of calling upon, and beseeching the wise angel Salathiel, in such a manner?"<br/><br/>Rarely speaking with mortals, Salathiel had deigned to speak in what would likely be considered a rather formal manner. Though of course, he could rapidly adapt and change his wording when necessary, he saw little need to speak in a subservient manner to the mortal woman who had summoned him. Even if they were both indeed creations of the Lord, angels were the highest of those below God, and should be recognised as such.<br/><br/>The summoning was obviously temporarily, and he would be soon to return to Heaven. Even if the magic that brought him here was a little odd, he doubted it would fully bind him to this girl's will. Such were among Salathiel's thoughts, for the time being. Little did he know, the true extent of his ignorance...