Sonja looked at the transformed Blues, fascinated by their transformation. The plan had been clear on a great many things, but the exact forms of the various colors had been left uncertain to the second generation. She wondered if this form was to be the fate of all the groups, or if this was for blue alone.
"What the hell? Are those people even human?" Officer Maybourn wondered aloud. "They look like elves or something."
Sonja of course knew they weren't elves, but she could understand Maybourn's mistake. The blues had become so graceful, sublime. Their new outfits, combined with their eerie looking eyes, seemed to make them look more delicate, their blonde hair and pale skin even lighter.
Buffy, meanwhile, had finished her inspection of her surroundings. The creatures that were staring at her looked so lowly, so simplistic, she could scarcely believe she was one of them not long ago. Back then she had believed herself superior to them, but her arrogance had lost its vim: her superiority was no longer a strongly held belief, but rather a simple fact.
Buffy noticed one of the humans approach her, a man in a green bodysuit. She recognized him now as a member of the second generation, spawned to unite his group and bring in the fourth phase for their forebears.
She decided dispassionately that she didn't want to speak with him. "Jayla, speak with it," she said simply, before turning her gaze elsewhere. The other female complied, of course. Before Buffy had ruled the group by intimidation and competition, but now her authority was just as natural to the group as it was absolute.
