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

Aaron paid no attention to her whatsoever when she came down, very very unusual indeed, and simply kept sketching. He was completely zoned out and took no notice of anything when he got like this. There could be a house fire right now and he'd sketch right through it. If he hadn't sketched it the day before anyway. He couldn't focus the visions at all, but they always seamed to center around Cleo somehow. Anything that might change her life or hurt her, big things. Like the guy that tried to rape her or the man who almost killed Natalia or the new faces on his sketchpad. Over the years of Nattie watching him, she had learned how to read his sketches. They where colored today for example, meaning that Cleo wouldn't be hurt too badly. She might have a few hurt feelings about being lied to but she would likely accept why. If it was black and white then that usually meant Cleo would hate it and it would make her angry, scared, upset or depressed. There where other signs too in the pictures of one looked close enough. A Clock would warn the time, a calendar would warn the date. In the picture today was the back of the garbage truck. Which only came on Saturdays at noon for this household. The time-line she needed. Only once the drawing was completely finish did he seam to realize that Nattie was there. ...Nattie? Are you okay? he asked. oh man, I never made coffee! he said, annoyed with himself. here Nattie, you sit down, i'll get the coffee going. he ordered, wondering what had left her so shaken she couldn't keep the coffee in the coffee scoop. He had heard hr gasp earlier but hadn't managed to pry himself free of the grip he'd been in. he never understood why he'd get like that, he figured the dreams must have scared him or something and getting them on paper was cathartic or something. here. Sit. he ordered, quickly bustling about and making what little he could for her. A bowl of cereal, coffee and toast. He could make bacon too of course and eggs but he didn't think she had the time to sit around for that. Especially since Cleo would be up soon and he wanted to have her breakfast done too. Well, for her it would be more like lunch, but that was besides the point. she chuckled and shook her head. Drixel was the only person who had ever seen the softer side of Neema. Well, him, Freeya and the High King. yes. I suppose it is possible. she agreed. Even she had no idea where Freeya came from so it was likely. Not that she believed in gods or divine intervention. Still, it was possible. yes she has. This really is the perfect planet for Freeya to have sent her to. she admitted with a smile before nodding. yes. Breeding with the humans will save the People, and strengthen our lines. she admitted. there is a great deal to study here, but I fear you might not get to stay even with a promotion, our duty will be to the High Queen after all. she admitted before watching him leave, a smirk on his lips. He really had no idea. Humans where as brilliant as they where stupid, some of the things the Collectives had gathered was beyond even what the People had discovered. These people had never left their own planet, and yet had discovered exactly how their solar system worked. These people couldn't hold their breath for more than a minute and yet had explored their deepest sea caverns. She had no doubt, with the right guiding hand, these people could be the shining beacon of the People. Adding the humans intelligence tot he bloodlines would only be a good thing. With the youngest, and only daughter of the High King left living on earth, they had a toe in the door. She just had to convince Cleo it was a good idea. It wasn't like she wanted to enslave the humans. Slavery was disgusting and she intended to see it completely stamped out. A partnership however, would be more than perfect. They had to handle this delicately though, while Humans had a lot of promise, they where also very violent and did not take to interlopers trying to tell them what to do. The last thing they needed was a war with the humans. Neema looked over at him when he walked in, lookig mildl amused. yes. It is a nice morning. The atmosphere here allows for some remarkable colors. she admitted, indicating a dark part of the planet that had green and blues dancing all over it. the Collectives say it is the Aurora. she admitted, standing up and stretching before wrinkling her nose at him, or rather, what he was wearing. we have to blend in don't we? she asked, pinching the bridge of her nose. She'd forgotten about that, dammit, she didn't want to wear those hideous clothes. She sighed and allowed the Collective to use a replicator to make her a new set of clothes, changing right there in front of Drixel. Nudity was a common within the Empire. Some Concubines and other species never, ever wore clothes so being naked was pretty widely accepted. of course you are Drixel. Your half mad after all. she scoffed, settling into the pod without another word, sulking about having to wear such crappy clothes. Honestly! Jeans?! What where these things even made of?! Apparently the Collective knew, otherwise it wouldn't have been able to replicate them. She sulked the entire way tot he planet, landing in a bright green park, the very park that Aaron had gotten his ass kicked yesterday. She had to stop with a scented cloth pressed over her mouth and nose, the stench of earth was bad enough she wanted to gag. It was going to take a bit to get used to the smell of pollution.