K'thirin

Everything goes dark. Too dark. Someone behind you drops something, uttering a quiet curse as they try to find whatever they dropped. The only light is the dark glow of the runes of the summoning circle, and that isn't enough to show whatever it is that you're about to bond with. Slowly, the darkness recedes, leaving only a formless shade, the vague shadow shifting into a feminine form as it walks towards you, her gaze penetrating. ... I assume you're my mage?