All around her was the sounds of the woods; such a familiar setting, so much like her home, though the trees and moss looked different from the ones she grew up around. The chittering and scrambling of the wildlife, the feel of decaying plant matter squishing under her bare feet, all of this seemed so normal, it almost hurt to recall this was not the forest the human grew up with. Regardless of her homesickness, she kept on walking, though where she was going was yet to be determined. As she was traveling with that horrid slaver, she did not pay attention to the roads and highways they took from her home. But regardless of where she went, she would be away from that insane demon Naeth. It had to be better than taking such abuse as she did.<br/><br/>"Caw!"<br/><br/>The girl stiffened midstep, her eyes wandered up to the branches of a nearby oak. There sat a large black bird, but it was the eyes that caught her full attention. Clear. They were clear, shiny glass orbs fitted in the skull of that raven. She turned slowly, kneeling down and picking up a handful of gravel. The bird shrieked loudly as it was pelted with the stones, and Amora shouted "I'm not going back to you! I don't want to call you Master! I don't want to see your horrid face again!" After her display of hatred towards Naeth was done, she turned and ran, the bird flying closeby. "Go away!" she cried out, throwing more rocks at the feathered felon so it would leave, but it continued to follow her.