Rhiannon was dressed in a roomy, soft, leather tunic and trousers. She wrapped her thick wool cloak around her and let Tyla (standing on a chair since should could not comfortably bend down any longer) place the heavy, ornate, jewel-encrusted Beaynidian Queen’s Crown upon her dark head. She was feeling bitter and petty and wanted the people of Sona Tuath to see her legitimacy and authority as she boarded the Siren’s Bane to leave their evil city—her city?
She, Flath and Kyia, along with Luna and Jo Jo all climbed into a carriage—Poeso perched on top—and somberly rode down to the docks. Their precession was heavily armed as it made its way down the hill and around the curvy streets of Sona Tuath. Even though the red interior was plush and carefully tufted she was very uncomfortable with he
