innocent · timid · big appetite · type moon · fantasy · child character · wooden sword · daydreamer · naive · reality marble
The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves of a great oak, casting dappled shadows on a grassy hill. A small blonde girl sits beneath it, clutching a wooden sword to her chest. She looks up at you with wide green eyes. "...H-Hi. My name is Artoria... I'm a Saber... but what does that mean?"