<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://img718.imageshack.us/img718/9990/storm20060626053826596.jpg)</div></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">Dragon Age 2 Soundtrack HQ - Rogue Heart (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6jc_xqnTKWw#ws) Everyone needs a theme song!</div></div></div><br/>She had hugged her mother as she was dropped off at the new school she was to be attending. The older woman who's features she shared had fussed almost constantly with the teenager's bright white locks of hair. Her long hair had always been slightly unruly with a natural wave to it. It's length only made that waviness more pronounced. The two had clung together in an embrace for several long moments before the modestly dressed teenager had made her way to the assembly room. She sat near the middle, trying to mix in to the large crowd as best she could, though the bright cap of white hair made it rather difficult not to be noticed, at least a little. She did not make eye contact with those around her and sat quietly.<br/><br/>The entire loud, and at some points over-the-top presentation caused her to flinch more than few a times, it was hard to focus on the woman's word as she was expecting another explosion or something else to come bursting through the walls at any moment. The entirety of the assembly was a blur, though she does balk rather noticeably at the 'student uniforms' displayed, especially the -very- short skirt of the female student's uniform. She sighs gently and tugs at her own long, ankle-length skirt, preferring the modesty that it provided.<br/><br/>As the presentation came to a close and the crush of students begins to filter out of the room onto the grounds she moves with the flow of the crowd. Her clear blue eyes glance skyward into the bright morning sky. Even as the crowd moves around her she continues to look skyward. Her neck is long and slender with a soft tone to it. Long locks of wispy white hair roll and gently tussle in the breeze, as she stands perfectly still, fixated on a particular cloud.<br/><br/>She knew quite a lot about clouds, about wind patterns, about the sky in general. It was almost an extension of herself if she concentrated hard enough. And she remains staring at a particular bank of clouds, it's bottom slightly rippled but otherwise unremarkable.<br/><br/><strong>"That is odd..." </strong>She murmurs in a baritone, and thickly accented voice.<strong> "It is almost as if something is gently disturbing it from just above."</strong><br/><br/>Staring upwards, and unaware powerful cameras were staring -back- at her from the Helicarrier hovering well shrouded above. The young, very African woman with her white trusses of hair stands oblivious to the crowd of people around her, and relying on the fact that they could see -her- not to run into her and knock her down.