<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/19/b4/58/19b45840096d3d0f0d42dc5881d3e95d.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character</strong>: Ororo Munero / Storm<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Xavier Institute<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: N/A<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Ororo Munroe soared high above the pond, floating and spinning gracefully in a type of aerial ballet. Dancing on the air currents was her favourite form of relaxation, her own style of meditation as it were. Here, far from the mansion, she could find some peace and privacy away from the commotion that comes with sharing a home with a dozen other people. Here, she could shed her inhibitions, and the wonder and power of the very elements she held in her command. At Nineteen years old she was incredibly powerful for such a young woman and she had skills that included all the elements, they were available at her fingertips. Some called her a Goddess and others called her a punk kid, a no good mutant. She was all those things and much more, here at this school she was learning to be the best version of herself.<br/><br/>The winds were still, except for the slight updrafts she conjured up to lift her higher in the night sky. Allowing herself enough altitude, she would twist and dive, spinning slowly and gracefully head first toward the earth. At the last moment, she would arch her back, changing direction and soar toward the heavens again. The sun was high in the sky and caressing her smooth skin. This was, most definitely, where she belonged - where she felt most comfortable. Free from the bindings of civilized society, with its own set of morals and judgments of what was right or wrong or what was deemed acceptable behaviour.<br/><br/>The natural world was hers to command - the elements, hers to control. She understood the power and the beauty of nature; its elegance and its fury, like few others could.<br/><br/>As she twisted lazily high above the water, admiring the stars above her and the sunlight reflecting on the glassy surface below, something caught her eye. In the shadowy darkness of the forest below something moved.<br/><br/>Ororo stilled herself, coming to a graceful halt, and watched as he stepped out from the cover of the tree line. She recognized him immediately, his trademark cowboy hat giving him away. She had no problem seeing him, as the fullness of the sun, A forgiving Sun they called it  illuminated the ground below. It didn't surprise her that he was out here. Like her, he came here often, and she supposed for the same reasons. To find some peace and solitude and to escape the manacles that society tried to bind him with. She dropped down her leather boots touching the marble of the pool area. She wasn't fitting in the best with her other X-men. But she knew that she was in the best place for herself and her development here, she could no longer be a thief on the streets of New York City, a pick pocket who was haunted by bad dreams of a Shadow King. She watched as her fellow X-man vanished inside, she crossed her arms and looked down at the pool, part of her wanted to strip off out of her leather outfit, her *Punk* clothing, her signature outfit which conveyed a sense of strength. She waited, waited patiently for someone, someone to talk to, to reconnect with. Maybe to make sense of what her place was here at this school.