Ororo slid into the kitchen through the opened window, her white mane ruffled by the wind. She was positively glowing with energy, her eyes shining bright like lightning and only slowly returning to normal. Even now, after hours outside, she still felt like she could spend more time flying, free with the wind. However, with the house in such a tight situation, so many barely trustworthy people around, she also didn't want to be gone too long, and not overnight either.
The African woman sat down on the windowsill in her flowing dress, in her hand an apple that she turned, enjoying the smooth feeling against her palm. The light in the kitchen was still out, as she didn't want her experience of looking at the moon and stars spoiled by the artificial light source.
The former weather goddess was so concentrated on the whispering of the wind in the trees that she only noticed Baird as he had already turned on the lights. The man was a stranger, though Ororo had taken a look at pictures of all new arrivals and knew he belonged here. "Good evening," she said in her unqiue tone, which often sounded aloof and maybe even arrogant to people who didn't really know her.