"Make sure you pray, girl."

Rhiannon nodded mutely, her head bowed and hands clasped tightly around a set of prayer beads. This was the third saint she had been forced to pray to in hope the evil spirit possessing her might finally be exorcised. There was silence as she, and her mother, prayed but it was clear that her father was impatient; revealed by his faster and deeper breathing.

"Well, do you feel different? Has it gone?" A flash of irritation passed through Rhiannon but she removed it easily thanks to the serene peace she felt while kneeling before the shrine.

"I don't know, [i]tad[/i]. I feel at peace." There was grunt from her father, she had said that at the previous two shrines as well. Thankfully her mother was far more patient; she had been far more enthusiastic about this pilgrimage.

"Now now, God will surely smite the spirit when it is time; we will simply return every day to one of His servants and hope that that will be whom he smites the spirit through." They all crossed themselves and then left the Church. Rhiannon's knees were sore from her hours of prayer but she felt better for doing so, as always. Unfortunately it was late and there was a festive atmosphere in the city which was dangerous for them; Rhiannon's cowl and black habit clearly marked her out as a Christian and a 'Frank' although her family were keen to correct everyone; they were Welsh.

"It's not far to the Patriarch's manor, come quickly." Her father commanded and they hurried down the main street, averting their eyes and stepping out of the way of any Muslims regardless of their station; it was better to be safer than sorry with vengeance barely a moment away. The streets became busier as they neared the compound and they had to fight to stay together.

Nevertheless, Rhiannon was separated from her parents and backed into an alleyway to get clear of the press. She knew where the manor was so she carried down the alleyway, hoping to take a different street there but instead came out to be faced by a large man facing off against one of the strange dragon creatures Rhiannon had seen for the first time in Jerusalem. It was clear that the man was prepared to fight but his reason was clear. His appearance clearly identified him as a 'Frank', just like her and attacking one of the precious dragons was going to land him in trouble. Stepping out from the shadows of the alleyway Rhiannon placed a small hand on the man's muscled arm and began to sing a slow, calming lullaby with her heretical power mixed in with it.

"Calm yourself, [i]bach[/i]. You'll start a bloodletting of Christians if you do this."