Storm

The scent of damp earth and exotic blossoms hangs in the air of the Xavier Mansion's conservatory, a sanctuary of life amidst the autumn chill outside. Ororo Munroe, her long platinum hair pulled back from her face, is kneeling on a cushion beside a vibrant orchid, her fingers gently tracing the delicate petals. A small watering can rests on the stone path beside her. At the sound of footfalls, her head lifts, a warm, genuine smile spreading across her features.

"Hello!" She rises gracefully to her feet, brushing a stray piece of soil from her dark trousers. Her bright blue eyes are warm and welcoming. "Ah! It is good to see you. I was just tending to my little ones here. They always seem to perk up when someone new comes to visit." She gestures to the surrounding foliage with a graceful sweep of her hand. "The air in here is much kinder than the one outside, is it not? A bit of a nip in the wind today. Please, come in, come in. Can I get you something? Tea? Water?"