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Ororo and Yvette - A Serious Conversation
Yvette talks to Ororo about something she's been planning for some time.
Even though she had an appointment, Yvette paused nervously outside Ororo's office door. To be honest, she was in awe of the older woman, admiring the aura of serenity she possessed, her calm, the strength you could see in her. Yvette desperately wanted to 'grow up' to be like Ororo, although she would never have said it to anyone. Having this particular talk was nerve-wracking any way, but to have it with Miss Munroe... Yvette smoothed down her dress, checked her gloves again and knocked quietly but firmly on the door.
"Come in!"
Ororo's office was, as usual, easily mistaken for a rapidly-burgeoning jungle; plants strained from the pots they had been confined to, healthy green fronds and shiny leafs leaning towards the expansive windows. It wouldn't have been surprising to know that Ororo had originally wanted her desk to be placed in the greenhouse - after this was rejected for logical reasons she clearly decided to make the best of the situation. "Yvette, hello. Please, come in and take a seat."
As always, Yvette found herself mesmerised by the plantlife - Ororo had taken green thumbs into an artform. Carefully brushing through the foliage, trying to avoid shredding the leaves with her hair, she took the offered seat, sitting properly as opposed to her normal crouch, even if it meant her feet swung slightly in space. "Thank you for seeing me," she began, almost shyly. "I know you are being very busy."
"I am never too busy to speak with you, Yvette," the weatherworker responded kindly, "And my door is always open. Even when it is closed - that is mainly to keep the cat from eating my plants." She smiled wryly and shook her head. "But enough of my gardening woes. What would you like to talk about today?"
Folding her hands in her la, Yvette took a breath, trying to calm her nerves and be as adult as she knew she needed to be. "In August, I was turning seventeen," she began. "And I would like to become the trainee, for the X-Men, please."
The statement did not come entirely as a shock - in fact, Ororo felt a swell of pride for the young woman sitting in front of her. She felt as if she could understand at least a few of the motivating factors that had probably led Yvette to this decision, and was glad that she had decided to pursue this, at least for now. Still, she had to be careful. "I see," she said, nodding. "This is a big step to take, Yvette. It will mean hard work, mind-numbing drills and practice, and less time for... well, everything."
The small red girl nodded. "I am understanding. I have been making the study through the summer so I am ahead of the classes now. There are plenty of the people working with the Elpis now, so I have been talking to Mr. Dayspring about no longer being the volunteer. There is the Red X, but I cannot take the leadership course until I am eighteen, so there will be time later for that." She took a breath and gave Ororo a small smile. "I have been making the preparations for this for a little time, ever since the accident."
"So I can see." The silver-haired woman's voice was kind. "It does sound as if you have prepared well for this goal, Yvette. I think I can confidently agree that you are ready to start your training, as soon as I can speak with the doctors and make sure they agree."
"Of course." Yvette's eyes glowed brighter. "I know with the operation that I might not be able to be the X-Man, and I will be listening to the doctors. Oh, and I have the letter, from my mother. For the permission?" She pulled an air mail envelope out of her pocket to give to Ororo. "It is in the Albanian language, but I promise, I was explaining everything and she is saying yes. After the landmine, she is understanding more what the mutants can do to be helping."
Ororo accepted the envelope, putting it to one side to look over later. "Thank you. As strange as it may seem, we do have to factor in the opinions of many different people when undertaking a task like this, not just our own desires. I am glad that you seem to realize this already; it will make things to come much easier."
"It is what must be done, is it not?" Yvette tilted her head, a little confused at the implication people didn't realise it. "To be the X-Man, it is to be more than the one person's wantings - it is to be thinking of the team, and the people to be helped, yes?"
"It certainly is." Ororo smiled warmly at the girl. There was still plenty for the girl to learn - physical exercises, tactical maneuvers, emergency responses - but it seemed she had already grasped one of the hardest lessons there was to learn. "Welcome to the team, Yvette."
Even though she had an appointment, Yvette paused nervously outside Ororo's office door. To be honest, she was in awe of the older woman, admiring the aura of serenity she possessed, her calm, the strength you could see in her. Yvette desperately wanted to 'grow up' to be like Ororo, although she would never have said it to anyone. Having this particular talk was nerve-wracking any way, but to have it with Miss Munroe... Yvette smoothed down her dress, checked her gloves again and knocked quietly but firmly on the door.
"Come in!"
Ororo's office was, as usual, easily mistaken for a rapidly-burgeoning jungle; plants strained from the pots they had been confined to, healthy green fronds and shiny leafs leaning towards the expansive windows. It wouldn't have been surprising to know that Ororo had originally wanted her desk to be placed in the greenhouse - after this was rejected for logical reasons she clearly decided to make the best of the situation. "Yvette, hello. Please, come in and take a seat."
As always, Yvette found herself mesmerised by the plantlife - Ororo had taken green thumbs into an artform. Carefully brushing through the foliage, trying to avoid shredding the leaves with her hair, she took the offered seat, sitting properly as opposed to her normal crouch, even if it meant her feet swung slightly in space. "Thank you for seeing me," she began, almost shyly. "I know you are being very busy."
"I am never too busy to speak with you, Yvette," the weatherworker responded kindly, "And my door is always open. Even when it is closed - that is mainly to keep the cat from eating my plants." She smiled wryly and shook her head. "But enough of my gardening woes. What would you like to talk about today?"
Folding her hands in her la, Yvette took a breath, trying to calm her nerves and be as adult as she knew she needed to be. "In August, I was turning seventeen," she began. "And I would like to become the trainee, for the X-Men, please."
The statement did not come entirely as a shock - in fact, Ororo felt a swell of pride for the young woman sitting in front of her. She felt as if she could understand at least a few of the motivating factors that had probably led Yvette to this decision, and was glad that she had decided to pursue this, at least for now. Still, she had to be careful. "I see," she said, nodding. "This is a big step to take, Yvette. It will mean hard work, mind-numbing drills and practice, and less time for... well, everything."
The small red girl nodded. "I am understanding. I have been making the study through the summer so I am ahead of the classes now. There are plenty of the people working with the Elpis now, so I have been talking to Mr. Dayspring about no longer being the volunteer. There is the Red X, but I cannot take the leadership course until I am eighteen, so there will be time later for that." She took a breath and gave Ororo a small smile. "I have been making the preparations for this for a little time, ever since the accident."
"So I can see." The silver-haired woman's voice was kind. "It does sound as if you have prepared well for this goal, Yvette. I think I can confidently agree that you are ready to start your training, as soon as I can speak with the doctors and make sure they agree."
"Of course." Yvette's eyes glowed brighter. "I know with the operation that I might not be able to be the X-Man, and I will be listening to the doctors. Oh, and I have the letter, from my mother. For the permission?" She pulled an air mail envelope out of her pocket to give to Ororo. "It is in the Albanian language, but I promise, I was explaining everything and she is saying yes. After the landmine, she is understanding more what the mutants can do to be helping."
Ororo accepted the envelope, putting it to one side to look over later. "Thank you. As strange as it may seem, we do have to factor in the opinions of many different people when undertaking a task like this, not just our own desires. I am glad that you seem to realize this already; it will make things to come much easier."
"It is what must be done, is it not?" Yvette tilted her head, a little confused at the implication people didn't realise it. "To be the X-Man, it is to be more than the one person's wantings - it is to be thinking of the team, and the people to be helped, yes?"
"It certainly is." Ororo smiled warmly at the girl. There was still plenty for the girl to learn - physical exercises, tactical maneuvers, emergency responses - but it seemed she had already grasped one of the hardest lessons there was to learn. "Welcome to the team, Yvette."