Frustration and obstinence courses through Kiora's veins. Her cheeks flush from the heat of passion. 'I cannot believe that matra wouldn't be happy for me.' Kiora's thoughts beat into an inconsistent rhythm. She walks out of her wardrobe with a pounding heart.

Kiora shuffles over to her beside. The tired Daemik yawns. Kiora's shift in emotions leaves her more fatigued than a day of physical training. 'Time for sleep.' She thinks while in mid-stretch. Kiora leans forward onto the ...