Asha stood in the main hallway, a dark smudge is a classic and beautiful place. With the newly reenergized starlight in feeding her body now at a regular pace, her head was clearing. Mama... She probably wasn't going to see her again, was she? Not with her dad fortifying his family from any and all mutants. Including her. But at least he could move on without the fear of damaging his reputation, no longer having a mutant for a daughter. A mutant... abomination... Asha sighed softly and looked at her black shoes.

She was dressed head to toe in thick, light absorbing, black cloth. The same kind they made blackout drapes from. The only skin showing was a narrow slit around her eyes. And there her mutation was hardly noticeable. Her once deep brown eyes now seemed to be lit from the inside, glowing bright as if hit by the sun. At least she wasn't radiating rainbow colored light right now. Sitting on her two suitcases, she surveyed the hall around her. This was a place for mutants? It looked more like a private school refurbished from an old manor or mansion or something.

Not that that was at all a bad thing. In fact it was almost beautiful. She'd read a book on architecture once. The molding and elegant decor of this hall seemed to be authentic, which was unusual in this modern age. Asha looked around even more and then spotted a mirror. Her entire body stilled. Slowly she got up and, putting one foot in front of the other carefully, approached it. Her slightly glowing eyes stared back at her, her black dressed form looking alien to her. Hesitantly she put a hand to her face. She cautiously drew down the thick black cloth covering her mouth and nose.

A creature changing color like a fish from the deepest depths of the sea stared back at her in disgust. The faces of her horrified face flashed in front of her mind. Quickly she pulled her mask back up over her luminescent face. Horrifying. She was horrifying. Tears stung at her eyes, threatening to spill over and brand her weak. But she blinked furiously and trudged back over to her suitcases, sitting back down, clenching her eyes shut in determination. No crying. She would never cry.