A portent of things to come
Rogue has just gotten to the roof of the Mansion. She has some thinking to do about a few things and this is where she comes to do it. Things have been a bit unsettled and she wants to put them back in their places - if she can.
The light should be dimming but suddenly - it isn't. Looking toward the east, toward the light where it shouldn't be, Rogue lets out a breath and finds it very hard to pull air back into her lungs. A feeling of awe rolls over her as she looks at the flames, looks at the power in making the east light up as the sun is setting.
As the awe and the fear start to fade from her, Rogue can pull another breath into her lungs to speak.
"Oh Dear Lawd in Heaven."
Reaching up to her jacket as she finds another breath to speak, she triggers her comms to the rest of the team, "Ya'll, we've got a bit of a situation out here."
The light should be dimming but suddenly - it isn't. Looking toward the east, toward the light where it shouldn't be, Rogue lets out a breath and finds it very hard to pull air back into her lungs. A feeling of awe rolls over her as she looks at the flames, looks at the power in making the east light up as the sun is setting.
As the awe and the fear start to fade from her, Rogue can pull another breath into her lungs to speak.
"Oh Dear Lawd in Heaven."
Reaching up to her jacket as she finds another breath to speak, she triggers her comms to the rest of the team, "Ya'll, we've got a bit of a situation out here."