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[color=8bbbad]"Did a ghost just touch my ass?"[/color] 

Cailean couldn’t [i]see[/i] the Ghost… but the brief cold against their ass just seemed far too coincidental after Pom pointed out [i]something[/i]. Dead, said the guy he was attached to. So definitely a ghost. A talking ghost! A groping, talking ghost! 

They tilted their head up to the taller elf, like they were asking Pom to confirm or deny the ghostly groping.

But there didn’t seem to be much of an opportunity, when they were all whisked away.
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[color=8bbbad][i]Fuck me.[/i][/color]

Cailean wasn’t too worried about the ghost issues after watching someone’s cabin burnt down.

They weren’t particularly into the idea of wherever they lived being burnt down. Sure, they didn’t actually live here. They [i]could[/i] go to another country. But there were probably witch hunters over there too.

After all… Europe had been much fucking worse for that shit. Scotland especially… They couldn’t risk their parents getting hurt like that. Not if these were the fucking amateurs! They sure had enough firepower to kill anyone, magical or not.

So they had to stay here until they were stronger and able to fight off the Witch Hunters. They had to keep their parents safe. But fuck, they’d be so worried… Their dad was already tryna get them to come back to Glasgow! But they sure as shit couldn’t with this information. No way!

She had to stay. Which meant she needed a visa from Sir Percival Ravensmere.

Sir Percival… Ravensmere…

Cailean’s expression worsened dramatically. 

The Ravensmere of Southern England and the Breòthach of Western Scotland, along with the other Celtic Elvish families from their commune, were not on good terms.

Really, that was an understatement. It originated from one of England’s many attempts to conquer Scotland a thousand or so years ago. Both families were prominent on opposite sides. Many were slain, particularly Cailean’s ancestors. It was part of why the commune on the Western Isles had ended up so small.

Then, it had continued beyond the bloody wars into a conflict of two ideals. 

The Ravensmere’s participation in the British Witch Hunts, of which many innocent Scottish elves fell victim too, was just one part of the issue. There were conflicts between groups and individuals. Many from the Breòthach line viewed the Ravensmeres as traitors.

They were, from what Cailean heard. Discarding keeping in touch with nature to help hold up the horror that was capitalism. Becoming rich bastards.

Sìne had mentioned the [i]Ravensmere brothers[/i] on multiple occasions, always with hatred. While she’d been cut off by her family for marrying their dad, it didn’t make the bad blood with the prominent [i]English[/i] Elven family any less. And it had been delivered to Cailean via stories and warnings.

[color=8bbbad]"Oh, we doing intros again? Alright."[/color] Cailean smiled, straightening up to their full height of four foot five. They held themselves with confidence that made them seem taller.

[color=8bbbad]"I’m Cailean [i]Breòthach[/i] Aoki."[/color] They put strong emphasis on their Mother’s surname, the harsh syllables contrasting the airy, posh way Percival spoke. They paused and stared at the Elvish cunt for long enough that it would be uncomfortable, before smiling. [color=8bbbad]"Maybe y’know my Ma. How awesome would that be?"[/color] 

Thankfully for the old elf, their attention was diverted by other non assholes in the room trying to do something useful. Looking at old books that gave Cailean mixed flashbacks to being in their mum’s own library… 

[color=8bbbad]"What kinda wilderness knowledge y’needing? The local shit? I ain’t so hot on… Well, I’ve spent a lotta time out there the past week. But in general, yeah, I know’a ton about ‘the wilderness.’ Is practically a requirement back home when you got an Elvish parent."[/color] 

At least, her mum had made it seem that way. She’d grown up in a fairly naturalistic way, even if in many ways her commune’s knowledge was beyond that of humans. But they lived nature, rather than against it… And Cailean had been brought up with that kind of knowledge even if she lived in the country’s biggest city. But they didn’t have to go far to find some proper wilderness to camp in as a family.

[color=8bbbad]"If it’s monster hunting you want, I’m your person! If it isnae… Well I still gotta ton of other knowledge! What d’you need? Ooo- I know a bunch about camping too!"[/color] 

They glanced over at Pom with a grin as she also got excited about the wilderness and suggested living off the grid. What an awesome idea. Not that they could get rid of their phone. Their parents would absolutely freak out. 

[color=8bbbad]"I bet there’s GPS blocking magic. Then we dinnae have to worry about shit!"[/color]

[quote=Wild Wolf Man]"Are you a big deal or something, by the way?"[/quote]
Unfortunately for Percival, Mr Not So Wolf Anymore dragged their attention right back to their issue with his entire family rather than the exciting opportunity to camp outside hoping a monster would slip into their tent. With Pom’s excitement dying down too there was nothing to stop Cailean from grasping the opportunity.

An opportunity to spill the dirty laundry in front of everyone, that was. 

[color=8bbbad]"Oh! I can answer this one!"[/color] Cailean spun around to face Matt. [color=8bbbad]"They ain’t American… They’re rich [i]English[/i] assholes. You cannae tell? Anyway-"[/color]

They walked into the center of the room, raising their voice to command everyone’s attention. They cleared their throat. 

[color=8bbbad]"Think of something bad a rich person’s done, and they done it. Centuries of stepping on other elves to get where they got now… I ain’t surprised they’re witch hunters. That’s the kinda shit their [i]family[/i] would do. Their wealth is built off all the nasty shit… Pretty active participants in all sorts of oppression, towards ‘lesser’ elves and other races. Y’know how many of my people they killed?! They’re Elvish [i]and[/i] English supremacists. You ain’t some ancient, pure white English elf? They’ll gladly let you die… Or kill you themselves for their own gain."[/color]

Their narrowed eyes moved from Matt towards Percival himself. [color=8bbbad]"Most people with some elvish blood know ‘bout ‘em so they can stay clear of ‘em. They’re fucking awful."[/color]