What is This? (GM)

The egg sat inside the garden Effigy had created, still and silent for some time. Suddenly, while he watched on, a strange frost would permeate the leaves and flowers that surrounded it, spreading outward from the eggs location, until it turned the plants closest to it to ice.

Then, slowly, the egg would seem to almost bloom, separating into four equal parts and peeling away like flower petals. A small, eight inch tall woman sat crouched inside the center of the egg. Slowly, she stood to her full height, her hair - so blonde it was almost white - began to flutter in the wind. In one hand, she held an ancient looking Saber, with strange hieroglyphics of a long forgotten language inscribed down the blade.

She opened her eyes suddenly and stared at him, a chill creeping through the air all around them both. Her gaze was ice blue, shocking to see, and lacked any sort of warmth. She wore an intricate Victorian gown and gloves that covered her from fingertip to shoulder. Tilting her head to one side, she stared at Effigy for a moment longer before speaking.

"What is your name?" She asked, her tone calm and proper, her voice delicate.

"I am Amy Sorel, Prince of Lunaria and Nagasaki, and Justicar of the Camarilla, member of the Ventrue Clan."

Her gaze slid down his form, from head to foot and back again. She sheathed her sword behind her back and stood there, with her unnerving perfect posture, as she met his gaze with ease. She seemed unbothered by the obvious difference in size, and she naturally emitted a pressure, so powerful it was almost a physical force, and her chill crept through the air.

Turning her head, she noticed for the first time what she was surrounded by. She reached out her fingers as if to caress the plant nearest to her, but stopped just shy of it.

"These. Are they yours?"

A sadness touched her ice blue eyes, though her expression never changed. She continued to gaze upon the flowers for a moment longer before finally turning to look up at him once more. The cold seemed to intensify as their eyes met, a chill no person could escape, and she gave a slight tilt of her chin in his direction.

"Effigy," she said, allowing a slight tilt to her head. "What is your driving goal?" Straight to the point, though there was no demand in her tone. She seemed almost curious, in fact.

She gave him a single nod. Strength... It seemed that was something she had in excess. She rested her fingers delicately on the hilt of her blade, continuing to stare at him for a moment before answering.

"I created a haven for my people, the outcasts and forgotten. I ruled and brought honor to my father's name. I found love again. My goals were all met, a long time ago. Now, I simply want to maintain."

Amy glanced around for a moment, observing the new world around her, before she turned those ice blue eyes back to him.

"Sometimes, yourself is all you need. If it is mentorship you require, I am willing to assist."

Amy blinked slowly as she stared at him.

"The understanding that, if this does not work for both parties, I am free from any contractual obligation." She said it simply, her blue eyes focused entirely on Effigy.

"Energy is a powerful thing, and dying again didn't quite suite my desires."

Amy spoke quietly, her ice colored eyes pinned on Effigy as she took him, his mannerisms, and his behaviors in.

Amy allowed him his quiet to think through whatever it was that he was feeling. Obviously, he was a private individual, and she wasn't somebody to intrude on that privacy. While she waited, she turned to look at the garden around them once more, fondness obvious even in her stoic expression.

"Orchids were always one of my favorites," Any said with a soft, almost smile on her face. "They take such time and love to grow."