[Ororo is working on the finer points of control, sitting cross-legged a few feet from one of the lesser travelled routes out of Keeliai and staring at the burned out husk of a village. It's about an hour by air out of the city, far enough that she figures witnesses will be few.
She's busy concentrating, trying to make it snow only on one building frame, then the next, shifting the cloud and weather in a slow figure-eight over what remains of the village.]
Outside Keeliai
She's busy concentrating, trying to make it snow only on one building frame, then the next, shifting the cloud and weather in a slow figure-eight over what remains of the village.]