[ This was a curious experience - she remembers working with the others gifted with control over the weather, cooperating even with Thor the god of thunder himself at times. But this young woman was challenging her control, wresting her hold from her with an unnatural ease. ]

[ Ororo's eyes flash in time with the lightning. She was in no mood for a game of tug-of-war with the weather, really, but no one had ever challenged her for it like this. She was not about to back down. ]

[ The rain comes down ever harder, reflecting her frustration and ire. ]

I am no ordinary mortal. The Bright Lady herself chose to give me this gift, allowing me to grow into them when I was but a girl. [ Yes, Charles has told her that it is a mutation. But Ororo has her beliefs in where the mutation comes from. ]