Rahne woke to the smell of her mother's cooking. Bleary eyed she sat up in her bed and looked around the small room, blinking and rubbing her eyes, trying to focus on her surroundings. The shouts of people on the streets arguing added to her pounding headache. She slowly climbed out of bed and walked over to the open window, stepping over her unpacked suitcase on the way. She poked her head out and tried to take a breath of fresh air from her cramped quarters.
Unfortunately, the busy street beneath her window only provided her with smog to inhale. New York was dirty and unattractive from Rahne's point of view, and being in a city crowded with so many people made her uneasy, like an animal trapped in a cage. Rahne sighed, pulling her head back through the window and closing it. She hadn't felt like this at the Institute. There she had a balcony that looked over the east side of the mansion where the forest was. She remembered pulling open those deep blue drapes in the morning to have a green forest with birds chirping and fresh air to greet her. Rahne knew she shouldn't complain, but how could she not? She had lost the people she cared about and what she fondly called her home all in one day.
She looked around the tiny room with distaste. There was a small mirror above a wooden dresser that was about three feet tall. The bed had itchy brown sheets and was right next to the window, where she was standing. The door was next to the dresser which led to the rest of the apartment. Bending down to open her suitcase, Rahne pulled out her green shirt with the open-shoulder sleeves, a pair of light denim jeans and a hairbrush. After she had gotten dressed, Rahne started to brush her hair, watching her reflection in the mirror do the same. Her mother always said that her green eyes were her most attractive feature. Brushing her hair up into to high pigtails, she looked at her eyes and hair color which were identical to her deceased father's. Once she finished she made her way out to the kitchen to have breakfast.