Stage fright? But alright. [ Ororo smiles a little, nodding agreeably. She had a lot of stories to tell - it's harder to pick one that wouldn't take an hour or two to explain.

She closes her eyes and thinks of home. ]

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who became friends with the wind. She followed the wind, because it protected her when she asked it to, when she had no one else. And together they would travel across the plains of Egypt, to Sudan, and Ethiopia... [ She'd been very new to her powers then. She couldn't even fly. That trek had been long and hard, and yet the memory of it was one she'd come back to often, to remember where she'd come from. ]

It was a relatively quiet journey... until one day, she heard gunshots. [ Here she pauses for dramatic effect, looking over to check if he was still listening. ]