<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=86129.msg3797672#msg3797672">Quote from: avorae on 20-10-2010, 20:09:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She then turns to look over at the woman. “So anyway what is your name or should I just refer to you as miss stick up your butt.”<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">It was surprising to say the least, here was a girl maybe all of 20 years old calling her stuck up! The nerve. Then she took a breath and the others could see a calmness settle over her features. Maybe it was the region, Cleo did not like Iran, it held to many bad memories. Maybe it was the war, she had seen too many scions die serving their gods’ desires. Maybe it was simply she was feeling old.<br/><br/>The child had asked her name as others moved to join the growing knot of people here on the concourse. <br/>“I have had many names, child. Queen, princess, living goddess, warrior, pirate, slave, mistress, doctor, pilot. Currently I am called Lady Celina Antony. My given name though is,". as she spoke something changed…her posture became regal and it was as if a 1000 spirits stood with her in a line unbroken.  <em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">“I am Cleopatra Selene II, or if you prefer Cleopatra VIII, my mother was Queen Cleopatra VII the last true pharaoh of Egypt and my father was  Mark Antony. I am the last blood of the royal line of Egypt.”</span></em><br/><br/>Cleopatra breaths out and she seems to diminish, as if she dampens a presence, hiding it away. For a moment, a heartbeat, there stood a Pharaoh and a Queen. <br/><br/>“You can call me Lady Antony or Selene.”<br/><br/>There was a deep sense of age in her eyes as well as a loss as she turned with the others toward the concourse bar. Her eyes look over the male that walks up and then scan the crowd picking out the platinum blonde working her way toward them. <br/><br/>“I would suggest that full introductions can wait till we find a table as I see at least one other headed this way”<br/><br/>She walked toward the bar clearly ignoring the monkey boy as if he was a lower form of life. Her white duster billowed around her as she headed toward the bar!<br/></span></span>