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Post by storm on Aug 30, 2008 23:46:52 GMT -5
Ororo was out in her garden making sure everything was well watered. She was checking each plant to make sure they were healthy as walked around. She felt their leaves and talked to them. To Ororo they were almost like children to her.
She had told Raven that they could meet and talk if she wanted. Or they could mediate together. It was rare that Ororo find someone who had the same problems she did with powers being linked directly to their emotions.
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Post by whiteraven on Sept 6, 2008 14:02:14 GMT -5
A blackbird cawed, it's harsh voice cutting ruthlessly through the songs of smaller birds. It's massive shadow covered the ground as it soared overhead. Then in a second it was gone, and a familliar figure was now standing in Storm's garden.
The healer strode forward slowly, taking a care with the plants around her. She recognised many of the herbs grown as well as some of the more exotic flowers. "You're sanctuary." Raven spoke. Her voice was soft and emotionless, a single hand sweeping out to take in the whole area.
Raven's own sanctuary years ago had been her Room, this - she guessed - was Ororo's.
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Post by storm on Sept 9, 2008 1:16:43 GMT -5
Ororo looked up when she heard the blackbird caw. She tensed for minute looking up till she realized it was Raven. Ororo waited till Raven landed to approach her. When she stated that it was Ororo’s sanctuary Ororo looked around. “I guess you can call it that,” Ororo told Raven.
“I am out here often tending the plants and watering them. The plants in a way are my children. I have always been close to nature and this is how I relax, by taking care of my plants,” Ororo explained to Raven.
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