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| Storm | Mar 11 2011, 12:13 AM Post #1 |
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Date: March 3rd, 2011 Time: 1pm Who: Open Ororo smiled softly to herself as she stood looking out the glass of the study window. Outside the snow had begun to melt, but in a night it could be covered again. Spring was coming, but winter was hardly a season that gave up what it had so ruthlessly claimed, easily. However it was not the grounds or the sky Ororo admired from the window, she would not complain but her body still ached from battle with Magneto. Like the others she still held healing wounds, scrapes more than some of her companions, no what she was admiring was the children. They were the reason they had fought, the reason for the pains, even the reasons for the deaths. Though they didn’t know, though Magneto didn’t say it. As trite as it was, the children were indeed the future, and everyone was aware of it. It was a question of what hands would guide and mold them. The moment of contemplation passed and eyes gentled turning back to the plant in the corner, her hands outstretched guided the powers. Fog billowed uncharacteristically high, moistening the leaves so they did not wither and dry, as rain gently fell upon the potted soil. Tending the plants made one oddly reflective. When the threat of freezing nights passed, Ororo had flowers waiting to be replanted outside; sometimes she wished she could hear the plants as surely as her children, or the earth. As it came, the thought would leave, contentment returning. The plants and flowers were watered before the woman moved down the hall, bouncing a racquetball against the hardwood floor as she walked, she had been idly playing with the rubber sphere since she gotten dressed that morning. She wasn’t sure what she was planning to do with it. She simple carried it with her, from room to room like a worry stone, idly bouncing it as she walked. She took it as a sign, something was to happen, and she was to do something different than read, and sit all day. It was time for a change. |
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