Morph #2: The Intrusion [Action]

[She can't rest. Again. She went to bed late and already she's up before the crack of dawn. Less than four hours.

It's more than she used to get before she got here, but now there's no reason. No battle. No release. Just... tension. And boredom.

She needs to get out.

She changes into a leotard, opens her window, looks out, and-

.... and there are people everywhere. People without wings. What the heck...

With a grumble of irritation, she tugs her clothing back on, latches the window, and plods outside to see what the heck is happening.]