Starfire.
There is but a sliver of golden red fire dancing on the edge of Jump City, but she can most definitely feel it fueling her veins.
She curls her toes into the lurid lavender of her carpet, and splays her fingers across the glass of her window, as if, just by the faint contact of the pads of thumbs through that cold barrier, to sustain herself on that thin strand of liquid gold.
For while her dark counterpart absorbs her powers from the subtlety of night, Kori is a lost tendril of the sun, absorbing from her source the heat and ferocity unfortunately necessary in her daily chores.
She hums tunelessly- perhaps some Earth-tune introduced to her by Richard- and her eyes, always a luminous green, glow far more substantially as they react to the light jumping vibrantly from the reflective surface of the city.
Of all the exciting things she knows on Earth, the sun is her favorite- not that Tamaran lacked such a impassioned flame to light its skies.
Rather, it is the one common trait of the two places she now refers to as home- both, the source from which her power stems- the shockingly emerald volts of energy that spring from her hands and eyes, or the strength deceptively hidden in her thin limbs.
Yet, the sun of Tamaran seems so commonplace now- a phosphorous green that sang constantly in her heart, mindlessly and quietly under the surface- it fuels the bloodlusting nature of her people, yet sits always under her skin in such a way that she forgets, briefly, that it is there.
But the sun of the Earth-people, the humans, is busy always, and seems to convey to her the strange life-blood of its inhabitants- their constant building and rebuilding and ferocity (even by Tameranian standards) and their kindness and warmth. She can feel it thrumming in her blood, violently and beautifully and always there, but never soft or muted within her.
She remembers, when she first arrived on the strange planet, the sudden feeling of red heat in her, tingling her skin and her hair and her eyes.
She remembers the first starbolt she ever issued on Earth, and the smouldering surprise of finding the immense wealth of energy to be harvested on Earth rather than her home planet.
And she remembers the eyes of a stranger- a human, the first she has ever met- veiled by a mask, yet burning as fiercely as her own with the strength of the sun.
It is fully light now, joyfully blazing across the city.
It is a warm day, and in the park, children and young couples come out to play.