Stuffing her face into her pillow, Amora released a scream that was muffled substantially by the fluffy piece of cloth. She lay on her bed, confused and irritated. She didn't understand the feelings coursing through her, and, even if she did, she wasn't sure if she wanted those feelings in the first place. 'Why does this have to happen to me...?'<br/><br/>Dinner came quickly, but it seemed to last eternity to Amora. She ate slowly, giving her master the occasional glance. Part of her wanted to know what he was thinking about at that moment, but the rest dismissed it for foolishness.