Eslaria really didn't have a clue what to make of this whole situation. The fact that someone could communicate with trees seemed absurd, and the fact they could tell stories even more so. What was it then that her son had, telepathy? None of what was happening made sense to her, and through her confusion came an annoyance. Beside herself the Queen wasn't sure what to do right now, only able to close her eyes and rub at her head. "This is absurd... Talking to trees..." she mumbled, giving a shake of her head. Opening her eyes again she held her son for a moment, putting a hand on his cheek as she smiled slightly. "I never said I hated it... It's just... Different. I never knew that you could do this." It explained a fair bit though, why he spent so much time in the gardens. Why he was always picked on by other children for being strange, it's because in a way he was. But T'charrl was unique, she saw that, and as his mother she couldn't quite hate him for it. Still, it was difficult to come to terms with such an alien ability.

"You have to understand dear that what you can do, it's not normal," the Queen urged gently, rubbing her son's shoulder. "That doesn't mean it's bad. We can't go around showing everyone it though, not yet anyways. There has to be a reason you can do this though, and we'll find out why that is. If the planet and the dead can communicate through you then your gifts are from the gods, and I've no right to take it from you. Just please understand why we need to keep it a secret right now." With this admission also came the unnerving revelation that their enemies were well aware of his ability. Had they found a use for it, she wondered, and if so what did they intend to do with it? "It's your power... So I suppose it is only fair that you decide how to use it," Eslaria continued, "But bear in mind I am still your mother, and Queen, so if I don't agree and say otherwise I expect you to listen to me young man, understand?"