A few moments after the candles in the basement began to increase their glow, the room itself began to take on an amber hue directly opposite where Brendan had set up his circle. Slowly a ball of light grew, it's colors shifting continuously.  It crackled with energy, pulsating with a regular rhythm, very much reminiscent of a natural heartbeat as it expanded to a 4 foot sphere before slowly coming to rest on the floor right in front of the amateur summoner.<br/><br/>A deafening quiet slowly took hold of the area - even the running water of Katsuhiko's shower couldn't be heard as the magical light slowly shrunk and faded back to reveal the form of a budding woman seated where the sphere once was. Her arms hugged her knees close to her chest and her head was rested face-down upon them.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm18/midorikumo/2008-06-26-106247-Copy-1.jpg)</div>At first it appeared that she may have been sleeping but then she slowly turned her head up, raising cautious dark eyes to look at Brendan's own. She stayed that way for several seconds, appraising him before suddenly jumping to her feet, the motion sending up a ephemeral image of her spirit: a colorful bird surrounded in flame with an almost musical trill to match. She pushed through the image, causing it to dissipate like mist around her, and as she did her features and clothing became apparent.<br/><br/>She was rather small - couldn't have been much older than 16 and her fair face was framed by ash blond hair held up in pigtails. Her dark eyes proved to be red but every bit as calculating as they struck Brendan as when he first noticed them. She wasn't dressed exactly like he'd expect the girls of the area to be, rather she almost looked like she was ready for a period-based play or a convention with her odd assortment of lolita-style clothing and Gothic armor.<br/><br/>The blonde made several, deliberate steps toward Brendan - her feet making clacks that echoed in the otherwise silent room. "And... you are?" she asked in a voice seeming quite mature and confident. She cocked her head slightly and the corners of her pink mouth curled into a slight smile. Rather than annoyance, it appeared her question was marked by sheer curiosity - or perhaps a bit of confusion, given her means of transportation.