sᴛᴏʀᴍʙʀɪɴɢᴇʀ.

Ari leaned back slightly. “Oh right, that could be a thing. But it’s always old people who feel it, I swear.” She looked back to Ororo. “So what’s the limit here? Hurricane?”

Ororo pursed her lips; it was one of the few questions she was forced to answer with uncertainty. “I’m not sure, to be quite honest. I can maintain powerful storms for days at a time, though it takes a great toll. I haven’t come across a form of weather I couldn’t control, but there must plenty I’m sure I haven’t learned of yet, so I’m not sure where the limit lies.”

“If anything, it affects me less so physically, but I’m quite attuned to it otherwise.” Ororo grins, nodding. “Not the weather, necessarily, but it wouldn’t surprise me if they ached as the pressure in the air changed. So in that sense, it is legit.”

“What about yours? Do you like, feel it?” Ari asked. Part of her wondered if she was being too talkative.

“Not in the way you would think.” Ororo frowns, trying to come up with a way to explain it. “I’m... aware of it happening. I’m always aware of the weather, I can----sense it, I suppose? But I don’t feel it in a physical sense. The temperature and pressure changes don’t affect me.”

“Shapeshifting? No. It’s feels weird. Like … It’s like when you step into the shower and it’s not super freezing but still more cold than you like it. And I never get used to changing into animals.” Ari shrugged.

“Huh.” Ororo muses over the explanation for a moment as she lights the incense stick, placing it in a holder as the smoke begins to waft through the room. “It sounds interesting. Strange, but I suppose all of our powers are.”

“Mind if I join you?” She sat down. “Not that I need it - oh, that’s not me bragging, or a dig at you. My powers aren’t as that hard to keep under control. Shapeshifting is nothin’ compared to weather control.”

“Go right ahead.” Ororo smiles understandingly and gives the other girl a nod. “I suppose in the control area that’s true. Shapeshifting is still pretty amazing, though.” She knows she’s supposed to be focusing, but her curiosity gets the best of her. “Does it hurt? Changing to look like someone else, I mean.”

“Focus?” Ari handed her the matches. “On what? - if you don’t mind me asking, Hun.”

“Not at all---thank you,” she adds as she takes the matchbox. “On meditating. It helps me keep control over my abilities. They can be rather... tempestuous.”

Why? You about to summon a demon or something?

“Not quite.” She gestures with one of her incense sticks. “I was just going to light this. The only thing it will do is throw a bit of smoke around and help me focus.”

“Dare I ask what you plan to do with them?” 

“Nothing too catastrophic,” she laughs, holding up a half-used box of incense. “I just need to light one of these. They help me focus.”

He handed it to her just as she had asked. “Here you are my dear.”

She smiles kindly as he passes her the box. “Thank you.”