Thread: All Hail the High Queen! (FoxWriter/Uminator)

Aaron stared at them for a long silent moment, his head tilted. They where very odd folks to say the least and he had a feeling that if they came in, nothing would ever be the same again. He couldn't decide if it was a good feeling or not. He looked over at Natalia, watching her react to these people only made him feel even more paranoid, all the hair on his neck and arms rising in goosbumps as he watched them. This was... no, it wasn't, but it was. It was... off center. Not wrong, not yet, but decidedly off center like the time Cleo had shifted every single thing in the house an inch to the left as a prank. It felt like the world had tilted just a little bit and he was walking just a little bit sideways. This was... off. Calm yourself. Neema suggested, gently setting a hand on Natalia's shoulder, offering her just a little bit of comfort, the only comfort she really knew how to give. Natalia, calm yourself, you are frightening the young ones. she said, examining Aaron and Cleo. The High Queen and a human. A sick human apparently, since he had an odd pallor to his cheeks. Drixel making a fool of himself certainly wasn't helping and the human was staring at her assistant as if he'd lost his mind. He probably thought so. get up Drixel, stop making a fool of yourself. The Young one has no idea who you are or why your bowing to her. Neema scolded him. you are drawing attention. she warned before looking at Natalia. will the Young Male be staying? she asked, looking at Aaron who scowled. Of course he was staying! Who did this strange woman think she was?! Someone important by the looks of her really. He had to stay, to protect Cleo even if he wasn't going to be very much help other than to try his best to keep her calm. Aaron looked at Celo and gripped his inhaler in one hand and took her hand in the other and led the way into the living room where Natalia was fussing and fidgeting and just plain old acting weird. Natalia. You will of course be a part of the High Queens life still, stop fretting so much. Neema finally ordered. this is, after all her life and we would do nothing to compromise her happiness and well being. she assured. have you received any news at all? she asked, wanting to make sure Natalia was caught up before explaining to the young High Queen who she was. After all, it would be Natalia who would be doing most of the real explaining. who are you. Aaron finally asked, staring at her, his eyes boring into Neema like fire. ...you want to take Cleo away. he decided. H wasn't dreaming, but his weak, barely awakened gift was enough to let him know that much. His hand tightened on Cleo's. Her destiny has come, hasn't it? he asked, sounding resigned. she's leaving. Destiny, child? Neema asked him, her head tilted before her eyes flashed in understanding. One in every thousand, or hundred thousand humans born had a mutation within their genetic code. An extra strand of DNA or an active chromosome that others did not that allowed them access to amazing abilities. The Collectives named them Advanced Humans. For they where closer tot he evolutionary trail then other humans where. The Collectives labeled them as primary breeding targets. For their advanced genetic 'code' would match much better with the almost extinct People and add special strengths to any offspring he might have with that species. To find an Advanced so quickly, this was good news indeed. Especially since he seamed so very close to Cleo. Might make it easier to convince him to pair up with one of the People. Even Cleo herself perhaps? Producing Heirs would be one of the highest priorities. They couldn't risk the Royal Line dying out after all.