The entire place was silent as everyone stared in dumbfounded shock at the husk hung up on display.
"Someone, bring the elder's body down from there, let's not desecrate her memory." Mira's mother ordered solemnly, her face hard.
A few men in armor stepped forward as they slowly and gently pulled the dried husk from the doors, or at least they tried to, because the moment they touched the corpse.
POOF!
It collapsed into grey dust and was blown away with the wind.
"This…" the men were stunned as they turned towards Mira's mother, yet before the woman could say anything.
CRAAACK!!! A heavy presence descended upon the place,
"We greet the old matriarch!!" The gathered crowd immediately bowed in greeting, all except Mira, Clarissa, and Claire.
The three women stood still as they raised there heads, I followed suit, my eyes catching sight of an elderly woman, sharing the same white hair that seems to be something all main line descendants happened to share.
