Samira couldn't really say what had woken her up from her sleep, but there she was. In spite of her grogginess and a few attempts to fall back asleep, the youngster just couldn't manage to fall back to sleep. Climbing out of bed and slipping her feet into the slippers she kept tucked at her bedside, the girl shuffled her way to the window to peek outside. It was still deeply night out, not as dark as it could be due to the layer of glittering snow that dusted the ground and surfaces. It was beautiful out, but she couldn't go outside and was entirely too cold out. The girl yawned and returned to her bed. Maybe she could read, though if past experience was any indication, reading wouldn't help her settle back down to rest. Sitting up on her bed for a moment, her gaze shifted towards her pillow, not from want of sleep, but for a sense of almost melancholy. Digging beneath her pillow, from inside the pillowcase, she withdrew an old and much loved photo. It had to be her favorite, most precious possession. Laying down on her stomach, folding her wings upon her back with the soft rustle of her feathers, Sami gazed down at the picture, a family portrait, her mom and dad and her. Their smiling faces always warmed the cockles of her heart, even if it made her sort of sad too. She missed them something fierce, but she could go on, she would go on. Samira didn't really mind her mutant status. She was made from love, after all. Shifting onto her side, a smile played at the corners of her lips. She loved listening to their stories of how they met, the various far off places they explored, fascinating tidbits of information gleaned from some old, forgotten ruin. She loved it! Their tales always had her absolutely enraptured. Sometimes, the girl would imagine herself doing the sort of things her parents had once done. It was a thrilling prospect, but then she'd recall that they met their fate returning to work on an assignment. It honestly frightened her a bit. Something so drastic could happen so suddenly. Still, Samira knew at the very core of her that she wished to follow in their footsteps. Studying history, cataloging long forgotten secrets and lore, unlocking riddles of the past, and keeping the memory of lives of those who had long since past was really appealing. There was a sort of mystique that she couldn't resist. More than anything she wanted to do her parents proud. And she was bound and determined to do it! She'd be the best historian or historical archivist she could possibly be!
