Disclaimer: Not mine, apart from Siannagh and Salla.
------o(O)o------
Ororo watched Siannagh care for her child with deep interest. She had taken a liking to the poor girl who had suffered so much in the short time. She seemed bubbly and funny, strangely carefree for what she had been through. Her daughter was a quiet thing; she hadn't uttered a sound since the wailing the night before. Storm watched Siannagh wander half-aimlessly around the building and grounds, pausing momentarily at the gate to look at the world outside as if in longing. Eventually, Siannagh felt ready to see the other mutants she had not met yet. Ororo led her into the front room where Professor Xavier was sat with Hank McCoy, otherwise known as the Beast. Across the room from them, Logan sat glaring with sinister eyes at the newspaper in front of him. At first, Siannagh didn't notice him.
"Hello, you must be Siannagh," Beast pointed out. He stood up and lumbered across the room. Siannagh didn't bat an eyelid. She had steeled herself for such things the moment she saw Kurt. Beast held out his claw and carefully, she shook it. His grip was surprisingly gentle, full of care and friendliness. As Siannagh looked into his darkened eyes, she saw a spark of intelligence a lot brighter than one would expect. Clearly here, appearances weren't everything. "I trust you are well?"
"Very," she smiled. She noticed Xavier watching her. "Good afternoon, Professor."
"Good afternoon Siannagh," he smiled. "Are you finding your stay here comfortable?"
"You forget that I have not had a proper bed for a long time, anything is more comfortable than what I am used to."
"Please, take a seat."
She sat next to Ororo and placed Salla carefully beside her. Still she did not notice Logan, smiling to himself at a pathetic anti-mutant article. Ororo immersed herself in an old looking book with a tattered grey cover. Salla began to whimper quietly at the sight of Beast, but with a gentle word from her mother she settled quickly.
"So what can you do?" asked Beast. "I mean, what is your mutant power?"
"I'm not sure," she admitted. "I think it has something to do with liquids."
"Here," Xavier said, holding out a glass of water. Beast took it and handed it to Siannagh. "Show us."
Somewhat hesitantly, Siannagh placed her hand over the top of the glass. The water inside began to bubble, not as though it was boiling but as if someone was blowing air into it through a thin straw. After a few seconds, she shifted her hand into a new position and delicate patterns became visable, twisting and turning in the container. Siannagh's eyes glazed over a little bit as if the swirling patterns were talking directly to her. After another moment, she withdrew her hand and the water returned to normal. Beast took the glass back and had a sip. It tasted completely ordinary.
"Amazing," Xavier said. "Do you have a mutant name?"
"What do you mean?"
"A lot of my students and teachers use 'code names', more commonly known as mutant names," he began to explain. "Hank McCoy, here, is otherwise known as Beast. Ororo is Storm, on account of her being able to control the weather. Logan over there is called Wolverine. He has claws and healing powers."
For the first time, Siannagh noticed the man who was sat away from them. In his leather jacket he looked menacing and foreboding, the points of his hair increasing the effect. Siannagh's entire body stiffened visably and Xavier mistakenly put it down to nerves, a common symptom in the first meeting of Logan.
"Aqua," Wolverine growled without looking up from the newspaper. Everyone's attentions focused on him.
"What do you mean, Logan?" Ororo enquired. "What do you mean, 'Aqua'?"
"Her name," he said. "Aqua. Isn't that right, Siannagh?"
Without a word, Siannagh nodded and walked swiftly out of the room, so determined on leaving the room as fast as possible that she did not stop to pick up Salla.
"Right then," Logan said. "That was strange."
------o(O)o------
Ororo watched Siannagh care for her child with deep interest. She had taken a liking to the poor girl who had suffered so much in the short time. She seemed bubbly and funny, strangely carefree for what she had been through. Her daughter was a quiet thing; she hadn't uttered a sound since the wailing the night before. Storm watched Siannagh wander half-aimlessly around the building and grounds, pausing momentarily at the gate to look at the world outside as if in longing. Eventually, Siannagh felt ready to see the other mutants she had not met yet. Ororo led her into the front room where Professor Xavier was sat with Hank McCoy, otherwise known as the Beast. Across the room from them, Logan sat glaring with sinister eyes at the newspaper in front of him. At first, Siannagh didn't notice him.
"Hello, you must be Siannagh," Beast pointed out. He stood up and lumbered across the room. Siannagh didn't bat an eyelid. She had steeled herself for such things the moment she saw Kurt. Beast held out his claw and carefully, she shook it. His grip was surprisingly gentle, full of care and friendliness. As Siannagh looked into his darkened eyes, she saw a spark of intelligence a lot brighter than one would expect. Clearly here, appearances weren't everything. "I trust you are well?"
"Very," she smiled. She noticed Xavier watching her. "Good afternoon, Professor."
"Good afternoon Siannagh," he smiled. "Are you finding your stay here comfortable?"
"You forget that I have not had a proper bed for a long time, anything is more comfortable than what I am used to."
"Please, take a seat."
She sat next to Ororo and placed Salla carefully beside her. Still she did not notice Logan, smiling to himself at a pathetic anti-mutant article. Ororo immersed herself in an old looking book with a tattered grey cover. Salla began to whimper quietly at the sight of Beast, but with a gentle word from her mother she settled quickly.
"So what can you do?" asked Beast. "I mean, what is your mutant power?"
"I'm not sure," she admitted. "I think it has something to do with liquids."
"Here," Xavier said, holding out a glass of water. Beast took it and handed it to Siannagh. "Show us."
Somewhat hesitantly, Siannagh placed her hand over the top of the glass. The water inside began to bubble, not as though it was boiling but as if someone was blowing air into it through a thin straw. After a few seconds, she shifted her hand into a new position and delicate patterns became visable, twisting and turning in the container. Siannagh's eyes glazed over a little bit as if the swirling patterns were talking directly to her. After another moment, she withdrew her hand and the water returned to normal. Beast took the glass back and had a sip. It tasted completely ordinary.
"Amazing," Xavier said. "Do you have a mutant name?"
"What do you mean?"
"A lot of my students and teachers use 'code names', more commonly known as mutant names," he began to explain. "Hank McCoy, here, is otherwise known as Beast. Ororo is Storm, on account of her being able to control the weather. Logan over there is called Wolverine. He has claws and healing powers."
For the first time, Siannagh noticed the man who was sat away from them. In his leather jacket he looked menacing and foreboding, the points of his hair increasing the effect. Siannagh's entire body stiffened visably and Xavier mistakenly put it down to nerves, a common symptom in the first meeting of Logan.
"Aqua," Wolverine growled without looking up from the newspaper. Everyone's attentions focused on him.
"What do you mean, Logan?" Ororo enquired. "What do you mean, 'Aqua'?"
"Her name," he said. "Aqua. Isn't that right, Siannagh?"
Without a word, Siannagh nodded and walked swiftly out of the room, so determined on leaving the room as fast as possible that she did not stop to pick up Salla.
"Right then," Logan said. "That was strange."
