I am not an employee of Marvel(r) so I have no permission to use Marvel(r)
trade marks. I am a college student on summer break, so I am not employed
anywhere right now, but will be in fall. Please do not sue me. My cat would be sad.
Yer ol' pal,
The Bud.
"For Stormy."
By the bright lady, I do not know why Gambit calls me that. However, people here are strange.
Just today, Pioter told me I was the "spring girl" and walked away. I contemplated his
words and the meaning behind them as I puzzeled over his peculiar way of stating his
thoughts. Those few words set my mind awhirl in deep self study. I am the "spring girl".
Spring is the time for growth to begin anew and the wonderments of freshly born life
never cease. I have a garden in near perpetual bloom, thanks to my elemental powers,
perhaps That is what Little brother ment to speak of? Or is he refering to the
rain that washes way the days troubles and leaves me to start again fresh. And
The wind that dries all my tears away. I love the feel of the winds lifting me up
towards the clouds I love so much as nature treats me as a favourate daughter.
The world is teeming with life in my eyes. Pioter must understand this as an artist.
He discribed colour to me once and brought tears to my eyes that expressed itself with a gentle
misting of rain from the clouds. Such is the way with me. I am connected
deeply with my mother nature so that what I feel, so does she. I cry, she weeps.
I laugh and she beams. I never felt so empty when our connection was severed. First by
Forges gun and recently by the High Evolutionary. Now that mother and I are together again,
I feel cradled in a warm bossom again as a nwe babe in the spring.
My life flows around me again and the smell, sights and sounds of spring reach me again
in perfect harmony. And I have never felt as loved.