Queen of the Hurricane; Storm (hurricaneborn) wrote in x_2012, @ 2010-12-28 15:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | rascal, storm |
Who: Storm OT X-men AND/OR Harrison?
Where: The Haven Grounds
When: Afternoon, Dec 28.
What: Storm is out and about.
As lovely as her room was, especially in comparison with the stark outlines of her previous digs at the facility, she was glad to be outside. Nature was her element, even in the stark cold of winter when it seemed as if all the world had gone to sleep under one great white blanket. She had donned sandals for the walkabout, not running, not yet, though the urge to simply fly was strong. It would quite something to truly fly again.
While she was running, she hadn't really dared. No use in drawing attention to herself unnecessarily, not when she was trying her best to get away undetected. Now, with her powers once again open to her, the urge was like an itch at the top of her mouth. Only she couldn't hope to sooth it with her tongue. In response, she drew a little eddy in the snow, letting it twirl like a ballerina for a moment before quieting it with a thought.
It felt so good, indescribably good, to once again have her whole self. Even the fact her hair had been ravaged couldn't put a damper on that feeling. A sweet tingle in her blood as she looked at the weather patterns near the Haven and whether they would bring more snow to coat her home. To have the choice once again of whether to let it come, send it away, or intensify it into a blizzard. To once more feel so much control. Yes, it was beautiful. It made her pleased. That showed on her face and in her eyes.
A breeze played with the hem of her shirt, flicking it away from her body, showing a line of brown skin before making it disappear again. The ragged edges of her hair fluttered as well.
Jubilee coming to visit had heightened her spirits, even as it made her wish to be out of bed and among those she considered her family once again. Now she was and it was grand.