She exhaled, seeming slightly irritated she didn't get it just right on the first try. She shut her eyes, recalling the thoughts she had when she was first kidnapped by demons. It had been a clear day, hardly a cloud in the sky. Amora had ran off from the village over something her mother said, she couldn't even recall it even if she thought long and hard about it. Likely something foolish, as she was headstrong, and ran off before they could settle the dispute. She decided to rest near the river, and as she was washing her face from the cold water, a demon snatched her up using a net. The utter panic, the fear and confusion, that was certainly more than enough for this.<br/><br/>She inhaled sharply, and let the powerful blast loose. Not even waiting to see how well she had done, she sat down, eyes downcast. She felt guilty, just leaving like that, after such an argument, and never being able to make it up to her mother.