"Are you my master?"
"Makina," the enigmatic stare went over her appearance once again, '-she's tall, long legs and a thin waist. She can retract her wings voluntarily – it's good. Her mana capacity is something to be praised, she's on par with lower-tier gods. The curse remains the inability to kill gods without the proper weapon else, abilities. Her eyes are small and almond-shaped, almost like in a perpetual squint – small rounded nose and small pink lips. Now that I think of it, she feels more like a teenager than I'd expect. Braided hair ending behind her ears, long blond hair falling down her back, she will do."
"Hello?" she waved, her palm inches from Igna's nose, "-someone in there?"
"Makina, kneel for me."
Her expression shifted from caution to perplexed, "-why should I?"
"…"
"It'll get my knees dirty."
"The floor I clean, I can assure you so."
"Fine," she sighed and knelt, "-this better?"
