[OPEN] Send out the morning birds to sing of the damage

[deuxiemetoile]

Jeanne-Marie didn't want to be back in Westchester. She left as soon as she came because she felt trapped, scared to admit that she wasn't normal. Now, after the men came to her door to take her away, she had been forced back to the only safe place she could think of: the land of the mutants.

Mutants. Why did she have to be one of them

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[these_fish]

Oh, look, a flying boy.

Sean was out for another fresh-breakfast round. Which meant that the flying boy was bringing a large bag of boxes from the nearest good bakery. He dropped on the snow beside the sad girl, and looked over with a tentative smile.

"Good morning! Hungry?"

[deuxiemetoile]

Flying herself was one thing. Another person flying was not something she entirely expected. She watched him fly with shock and amazement, and when he landed next to her she was trying her best not to stare.

"Bon Matin. Oui, yes, I am, actually." She said, tugging her coat closed around her.

[these_fish]

"French, huh? Or, wait, Canadian? Anyway. I'm Sean. Come on in, then, let's take care of that." He lifted his hands with the bags. "Fresh and plenty for all around!"

Yeah, he was getting the staring thing.

She should have seen his own face when he was told he could fly. Or when he managed to.

Other than pissed off at Erik and scared, that was.

[deuxiemetoile]

She smiles weakly, nodding. "Oui, I am Canadian. My name's Jeanne-Marie, it's nice to meet you." She's too polite to just go for the bags, waiting for Sean to hand her something. As she waits, she wraps her arms around her legs.

"Can I ask you some questions, Sean?"