Kneeling crowds lined the streets of Lothian as Nyrielle's chariot wound its way from the south gate to Lothian Manor. No one in the kneeling crowd could imagine standing, but now that Lord General Thane no longer required them to 'listen well,' the streets were abuzz with reactions to the city's newest visitors.
"...steal yer soul if ye meet her gaze, she will, keep yer heads down lads…"
"...doesn't look like she'll peel the flesh from your bones with her claws…"
"...cover the children with a cloak…"
"...doomed. They said themselves, she's the Harbinger of Death. We're all going to die…"
"... Demon Lady of the Vale…"
The last bit, the title that Lothian March had pinned to Nyrielle's wings when they transformed her into the nightmare of ghost stories and fables meant to frighten children into going to bed on time and finish their chores, was repeated more than any other phrase as the fairy story they'd heard their whole lives suddenly appeared right before their eyes.
