As Esther went about her day, she would notice something odd, a physical change in herself so subtle that it would take her a long time to put her finger on it: She could<em>feel</em>sunlight.  At first she would dismiss it as another side effect of the beautiful day and her unnaturally cheerful mood.  After all, didn't "normal" people often talk about how wonderful the sun feels on their bare skin?<br/><br/>But as the morning wore on, she would realize there was something more to it than that.  Walking out of a bit of shade and into the sun sent a minor jolt of electricity through her whole body.  She somehow felt... more alive, more real - if that made any sense - standing in the sun.  Once she moved back into the shadows, there was an emptiness, a feeling of being incomplete.  The longer she stayed in the sun, the more pronounced it became, until eventually her whole body seemed to tingle with... with<em>something</em>.  With possibility, maybe.  A feeling of being on the verge of doing anything.  A feeling like she<em>could</em>do anything.  It was a strangely addictive feeling, like she was soaking up the sun's rays and "powering up" like some sort of living solar panel.  But the feeling and the sense of power always vanished as soon as she was forced to step back out of direct sunlight.<br/><br/>As she turned another corner in the school's labyrinthine halls, exploring her new sense of self, she suddenly heard a voice behind her; cruel, sarcastic, and all-too-familiar.<br/><br/>"You seem to be in a good mood today, Esther.  What happened, finally come to terms with the fact that you'll never amount to anything?"  Air-headed giggling followed.  Already knowing what stood behind her, Esther turned to face Cynthia Orlono and the pair of brainless sycophants that had attached themselves to her at the moment.<br/><br/>"Ooh, nice costume, Essie!  Was the Dollar Store having a sale?"  This from one of the hangers-on, a particularly shallow girl Esther remembered to be named Dorothea Mays.  The other girl was unfamiliar to her, but seemed to have the good decency to look embarassed by her friends' taunting - Esther figured she was probably a freshmen who'd been recently "recruited" into Cynthia's clique.<br/><br/>It was at this point that Esther realized that she had happened to come to a stop directly in front of a window, and sunlight - wonderful, glorious sunlight - was pouring across her body.  The tingling feeling of impending action suddenly seemed to come to a head, like all she needed to do was give it the tiniest shove and something wonderful would happen.  Some part of her mind knew that was completely silly.  Then again, so was everything that had happened the night before.<br/><br/>((OOC: Esther has the option to roll her supernatural trait at this point; of course, she is also free to decide not to risk the unknown and handle the situation in any other way she chooses, since you have no idea what rolling the trait will actually do.  If you do decide to roll the trait, then in addition to your die rolls you'll need to include in your post - either in or out of character - what it is that Esther wants to happen; what "getting her way" in this situation would entail, in other words.))