Out of the kitchen window, past Two's gardens, the morning mist smoothed the open land into a hazy sea of pale honey, contoured by the thin, watery light of the rising sun. Two blinked. She hadn't realized it was morning.
No point in trying to sleep now. She opened a cabinet and chose a solar power cell before leaving the kitchen and slipping out of the front door. She was still squinting, her visor not quite adjusted to the brightness after spending all night working in relative darkness. Tucking the battery into her containment chamber, she unsheathed her wings to balance herself. They fizzed with a blue glow as she gave them an awkward flap, rising past the white walls of the mansion. She wanted to sit on top of the observatory, but she was out of practice ‒ rather, since she had turned, she hadn't practiced much at all. Two floated over the roof of the kitchen before sitting in the shade under the eaves of the second level of the repair room, holding the cell in both hands and emitting a power absorption field. She watched the fog burn off as the sun climbed ever higher.