((OOC: sorry to put this here, but MY GOD! You have Amora and the other servants react just PERFECTLY! <3 Youâ€™re bloody brilliant Mystic! =D))<br/><br/>Veronika had to turn her back so that the new pet wouldnâ€™t see the grin twisting her once beautiful features. It was all too easy, too fun! You could practically smell the terror rising from Amoraâ€™s warm skin behind the blast of perfumed soaps.<br/><br/>â€œWell, I shouldnâ€™t worry, the girls and myself will be watching out for you!â€ she chirped and bid her farewell, so much work to be done, before taking off out the door and down the corridor.<br/><br/>Amoraâ€™s hand maiden finished up cleaning her and ushered her impatiently out of the tub. She towled her down roughly, expecting protest and ignoring any promptly before digging sifting through a pile of clothes on top of the counter and carefully unfolding a silk kimono to be slung around her shoulders. Whilst pulling her arms through the sleeves was a little bit of an impossibility due to the ties, the least she could do was tie the center bow around her middle to cover some of her dignity, â€œFollow,â€ she demanded simply, her tone dull and empty, like that of a broken child, no empathy left to be had in her, before heading off out of the door and through the castle. If â€˜Amoraâ€™ failed to obey and got herself lost it was her own doing, no doubt the birds would take care of any stray and straggling creatures meandering through their territoryâ€¦<br/><br/>The castle itself was of a gorgeous old design, like an oriental palace, all rich carvings and weaved tapestries, but amongst the hubbub of servants and guests, there were the birds. Most were crows, black and white, similar to the one perched on the window ledge earlier, all with those odd unnaturally, gleaming eyesâ€¦  maybe punctuated with the occasional, exotic, colourful breed of parrot or peacock.<br/>And they didnâ€™t just remain outside either. They hoped from high beam, to table, any perch they could find, doing what birds did best, cawing, preening, picking at things and occasionally fighting amongst themselves. Easily outnumbering the guestsâ€¦.<br/><br/>â€œThis is the Masters room,â€ she said finally, pausing at an ornate oak door, â€œIâ€™m not allowed in, but you are to wait here.â€ The maid kept her eyes to the floor, knowing better than to look this pet in the eye, that meant to challenge her and to challenge the masters more precious property was dangerous. Dangerous enough that it made the scar on the maids cheek itch warily for the memory. It was a lesson she didnâ€™t need teaching twiceâ€¦<br/>â€œQuestions?â€