16272/Quoth the Garden

Quoth the Garden
Date of Scene:	06 November 2023
Location:	Student Gardens
Synopsis:	Ororo comforts Monet some after a long, rough period.
Cast of Characters:	Monet St. Croix, Ororo Munroe

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Monet St. Croix has posed:
It's a late evening a few days after Halloween. Whatever chaos and calamity is the norm this time of year has passed, for now. As with each year, there's been a bit too much. So, in the aftermath of the halloween season, it's a short period to relax with midterms coming soon and other things happening at the school.
    Monet is sitting out in the gardens, while it's dark out, taking a repreive from the others.

Ororo Munroe has posed:
There's a swirling gust of wind flickering through the garden, and Ororo descends from the sky. Wearing just a casual shirt and jeans, the weather goddess lands quietly on her feet, not too far away. She glances around and smiles a little at the garden, then blinks as she sees Monet there, "Oh, didn't realize there'd be anyone else out here."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would glance over at Storm, "It's fine Ms. Munroe. I wasn't aware that you would get out at this time of night. If you wish I can leave so you can be in the gardens?" It's a permission thing. The gardens are Ororo's, after all. And if the older woman wants to be in them that is of course her right.

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Ororo laughs softly, "No, if people want to seek tranquility out here, that's what the gardens are for, after all." She hrms a bit, looking at Monet with a curious expression, "Though if you want to talk, I can always listen if something is weighing on you."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would let out a sigh, "I am.." She would close her eyes. "You are familiar with my brother?" Since he had broken in sometime in the last few weeks and attacked some of the others and tried to feed on them she had been.. Broken, in a way

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Ororo nods, "Yes, I'm familiar." She walks over and sits down next to Monet, "Especially since he decided to come visit recently. How are you feeling?" Because she definitely picks up on Monet's unrest about the situation, if not all the particulars.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
It's hard to not have tremors when you face your sibling, are helpless to stop him from attacking others, or save yourself. And unable to try and find out what he's done with her sisters. There's a rare sign of agitation in her - or at least a willingness to show it.

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Ororo nods, "I can't even imagine how that can feel. I don't have any siblings, but... those ties can be exceptionally cruel." She gently places a hand on Monet's shoulder, "You can't control his actions, but you can control your own. And you always do an admirable job of that." She sounds like she means that, too.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would nod over and lean into the embrace. She trusted Storm enough to let her shields be down around the dark skinned woman. She would just rest her head over on the shoulder of Ororo, content to just rest there. "I was helpless. I did nothing."

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Ororo shushes Monet with that, "None of that. There are situations where you can't always control yourself, or your reactions." She pauses, then smiles slightly, "Much like whenever I get stuck in a confined space. I still have issues with that." She just holds Monet with that, letting the young woman vent.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would lean in against Storm. There is no crying. She is not so weak as that. There is no shuddering. There is no spasming or twitching. Just a gentle, permitted embrace. And even that was a show of how tight M's control was that even this was a great deal for her as she would rest against Storm.

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Ororo smiles gently and just stays there for Monet, holding her quietly and not really saying anything. She knows the need for keeping control, so doesn't begrudge Monet not exactly being the most talkative about what's bothering her. She just keeps the young woman close, offering whatever supporot she needs.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would sigh, "Thank you." She's not pulling away, but emotions for her are always on a tight tether. Well, moreso in expression. She feels things. And massively suppresses any show of it outwards. Her ego is very much a self defense mechanism for her own sanity.

Ororo Munroe has posed:
Ororo nods, "Anytime, Monet." She senses the tight rein that Monet keeps on her feelings, and definitely seems to understand it well enough. Her lips curve into a light smile as she looks at Monet. "Feeling a little better?"