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The storm had begun singing inside Ororo from before she knew to acknowledge what her power was. Or why she was an orphan on the streets without her biological family.
It sang its teasing little melodies throughout her body and soul, so she always knew ahead of the other children what the best days were and which ones weren’t so good to pickpocket goods for their little gang to survive another day.
She wasn’t afraid of her power; she had no cause to be. It was like the older sister among her orphan sisters that was always there at her shoulder, whispering hidden, gentle secrets of the sky in her ears.