Author's Note: Just a little one shot I thought of while listening to the song Reflection from Mulan

Disclaimer: Don't own the X-Men yet

Amara stared at her reflection in the small pond.

"Why is this so hard?" she asked the sparkling water. "What would my father say? Would he see this as I do? No, he won't, no one will." She slammed her palm into the water erasing the ripples her fresh fallen tears had created.

"Is something wrong?"

"Ms. Munroe! Where'd you come from?"

"I heard someone crying and flew down to investigate," Ororo answered sitting on the dirt next to Amara. "Do you wish to talk about it?"

"You wouldn't understand."

"I'll be the judge of that." Amara looked up at Ororo and wiped her eyes.

"Well, there's this person that I really, really like."

"Does this person feel the same way?"

"I don't know. I can't really talk to them. Not about that at least."

"Why not?"

"Because Tabby's a girl," Amara blurt out sobbing loudly. Slightly started, but shaking it off, Ororo wrapped her arms around the younger girl. "And even if she did like me, I don't think we'd be allowed to date, and my father..."

"Shh, let's discuss this one step at a time. First, you need to find out if Tabby feels the same way about you as you feel about her. If she doesn't then you'll have to figure out where to go from there. If she does, why wouldn't you be allowed to date?"

"Because... um, no one around here is like that, you know, they don't like the same sex." Ororo paused a second before answering.

"Amara, I don't think anyone here will judge you because of your sexual preference. I know I don't, and I don't believe for a second Charles would either. Who are you worried about causing trouble?" Amara blinked, the tears had stopped falling while she sat there, trying to think of who exactly would be causing problems at the Institute over this.

"No one I guess. But my father..."

"Amara, I've never met your father, so I do not know how he would see this, but the fact that he is your father..." Ororo's voice trailed off. She still couldn't think of anything to say. Her parents had died when she was a child.

"I don't have to tell him, do I? I mean, not right away, I could just tell him Tabby's a friend, and who knows, maybe he'll be more open to the idea, it's just, I'm a princess, and I'm supposed to produce an heir, but now...I mean." Ororo smiled a little.

"Now, there are so many ways to do things?"

"Exactly. Thanks, Ms. Munroe. I've gotta head back in, it's almost dinner time, and I kinda wanna talk to Tabby before then." Amara quickly got back to her feet and darted back towards the mansion. Ororo shook her head smiling. She was glad she'd been able to help, even if it was just as a sounding block. Idly she wondered if Amara had any clue that Ororo had been involved in a similar discussion before finding Amara, a discussion with Tabitha.