Washington DC, Tuesday Morning
GOD HATES FAIRIES
PAY NO TITHE TO HELL
RETURN OUR CHILDREN
OBAMA MAKES DEALS WITH DEMONS
And those were the least offensive signs waved by the crowd of protestors as the limo made it's way towards the gates.
The tour of Europe had been awesome. And the Royal wedding had been adorable. The only problem was that with the paparazzi at the wedding, Leda's hopes of anonymity were dashed. She'd put on a stocking cap and sunglasses to go to the museums yesterday, but even then they'd been recognized a few times.
But nothing had been this bad. The amount of fear and hatred coming from this crowd was palpable. The Elven Ambassador sat stoically across from her and Sai, his face an unreadable mask. She felt the sudden urge to apologize to him for sending him here. For just a moment she wanted to reverse her position, and seal up the borders. Then her determination returned, and her clenched fists relaxed.
She focused her attention instead on the counter protestors. Their signs were supportive, if still woefully ignorant. She could tell which ones had actually been to Bordertown, which ones had only watched the show, and which ones only knew the myths and complete fabrications. Maybe the Diane Sawyer interview tomorrow would help.