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Oly met some very distant cousins, all of which were pretty weird, but probably especially Persephone who was extra creepy and said super awkward stuff.
The kids tried to have some mischief, which was way out of Selene’s comfort zone, but it didn’t matter because Pili totally showed up in a shirt and ruined everyone’s fun.
Also maybe Artemis saw a ghost.
“It’s just for a couple hours tops…I hope,” Pili wasn’t sure if she was trying to reassure him or herself.
“I wonder if anyone else is here yet.”
“Goddess, I hope so; it’s so hard making small talk with the older witches,” she sighed, taking a determined step towards the door of Primrose Pennyroyal’s ode to shabby chic gothic architecture.
‘Thank fuck,’ Pili returned Callie’s rueful smile.
“You guys ready for some fun times?” She asked not super loudly (because even oldish witches had pretty good hearing), “don’t worry; Kal brought the good stuff.”
“I’m not normally this excited about drinking at 11 in the morning,” muttered Cassie.
“Well! It’s about time!” Huffed Prim, nevermind they were actually 10 minutes early.
“Is that Cassie and Pili?” Chirped Holly’s slightly distorted voice from a tablet in the middle of the table, “hai guise!”
“Oh, hey Holly,” Cassie took the last seat at the table, “how’s it going with the new bean?”
“Apparently my daughter is fraught with such misery at having whelped her 8th–”
“Omg mom, 6th,” giggled the tablet.
“–as if I can be bothered to keep track of how many humans you live with, Hollyhock!” Snapped Belladonna, “as it were, she is bound and determined to share her misery with us all by subjecting us to this, this…buzzing human contraption.”
“It’s called a tablet, Mother Blackthorne,” Kalvin provided helpfully.
“Mom, you know I can’t leave my room right now!” Holly’s tone implied her mother was a very silly creature for even imagining such weirdness, “Uriel and I are right in the middle of our post-birth bonding phase; we can’t leave the bed for at least another week!”
Kalvin wordlessly handed Pili a drink as they watched Madam Blackthorne turn all manner of purple; it was shaping up to be a long one.
“As fascinating as all of this is, Bella dear,” cut in Primrose, “we do have some pressing business to attend to, yes?” The green haired witch gave her friend a poignant glare.
Belladonna returned the look, but didn’t venture to harass the tablet any further, “yes, well, as you all know, Oly has begun to exhibit some dreamwalking magic,” she ground out as though someone really ought to have been held accountable for that, but she was overlooking it for now, “and I’m afraid it’s begun to bring to light a few things we decided to keep from the children.”
“Most recently the vision was regarding your Aura-Splicing, Cassie,” interjected Prim, “and your husband’s former medical condition–”
“So that’s where she got it from!” Pili found himself the center of unwanted attention, and realized he’d spoken aloud. Okay snapped. But just a little.
“Er, Artemis was telling the other kids about me living in the jungle with the Al Simharan artefacts.”
“You still have those?” Demanded Belladonna.
“Well, yeah, do you think I’m just going to abandon my family legacy? Dump my mother’s ashes into a strong passing breeze?”
“Forgive me for thinking you wanted to tread the path of discretion,” Bella scoffed, “though, far be it from me to pretend I understand the inner workings of the male mind…”
Pili felt his hackles hackle, “hold the phone; it’s not like I didn’t hide it all away in a secret tunnel behind a bookcase in the basement.”
“What’s done is done, okay?” Callie jumped in, seemingly willing her mother to stfu with her gaze alone, “so Oly knows, which means the other kids know, and they’ve seen the Al Simharan stuff, and they’re probably making up all sorts of weird theories.”
“We need to just sit them down and tell them the truth,” Kalvin declared with uncharacteristic assertiveness.
“You tell ’em baby!” Cheered the tablet.
The ex Themysimran slave turned harassed primary teacher, looked over at the gathered denizens of The Woulding, “enough secrets, enough lies,” he continued, “we sit them down as their parents, we explain the truth as we know it, and we encourage them to come to us with their questions instead of speculating.”
“You’re damn right Kal,” Calliope jumped on board before anyone had a chance to protest.
“Well, far be it from me to steal anyone’s thunder,” Primrose smiled indulgently, “but it just so happens that Bella and myself had already come to that very conclusion–”
Pili had to admit, he didn’t see that one coming; usually these witchy broads would fall screaming into a gaping pit before giving up any sort of secret. It was nearly…reasonable?
“Then why am I catching flack about my storage room?” He couldn’t help shooting Belladonna a tiny glare.
“You’re not, of course, dear,” Prim replied, meeting her friend’s gaze firmly before the red haired witch had a chance to retort.
“Now that that’s settled, there’s the matter of the Fae–”
“Excuse me, Madam Pennyroyal, but your third station for playing appears to be experiencing a malfunction.”
“Khafre?!” Pili felt the blood drain from his face…
Kalvin appeared to be losing his shit over it too though; nice not to be the only one.
“My apologies, Mr. Osiris, but I am not Khafre,” the not-Khafre didn’t sound all that sorry about it, and he creepily already knew who Pili was? What the actual fuck.
“Her what now?”
“Oh, the PS3,” sighed Primrose, “yes, sorry dear it’s kind of old; just turn it off for a few minutes, and then–”
Pili rounded on Belladonna (probably because of the prior flack about his storage room), “why does that guy look like a clone of my sister’s lover from ancient Al Simhara?!”
Belladonna glared daggers at him, but it was Primrose who replied, “his name is Aries, and he looks like his…father, for the usual reasons one looks like one’s father.”
“Whoa, what?” Pili glanced at Kalvin who looked very much like something had just dawned on him (and was subsequently making him super uncomfortable).
“Ohh, yeah!” The tablet startled everyone, “that’s right! He totes knocked up his sister–“
“His sister?” Pili heard himself demand.
“Yes,” came the calm affirmation from the entrance; where once had stood the Khafre doppleganger, now there was a pretty, pale girlchild with an intense stare.
“I don’t like it,” Pili grumbled.
“I know, but we agreed,” Cassie reminded him calmly, “she’s made some…misguided choices in the past, I’ll grant you–”
“Like getting knocked up by her own brother, you mean?”
Cassie tittered, “I’m actually kind of surprised you care, love; isn’t that the sort of thing ancient Al Simharans are into?”
“Not that I’m aware of!”
He paused, “okay, maybe, but not so much the Amazon ones!”
“Be that as it may, Persephone has never shown herself to be any sort of villain; I remember her from Sima-Mighdall, she was very caring,” Cassie’s eyes got far away for a moment, “I do truly believe she loved your sister, and she was kind to us girls–”
“Except for the part where her magic pulled you all back in time and shrunk you into kids without memories, of course,” he knew that wasn’t the whole truth of it, but dammit, he just felt like blaming someone okay.
“Pili, that’s not fair, it was Callie and Holly who triggered the magic in the first place, I know you know that.”
“Alright, have it your way,” she smiled, “but we agreed that’s not our secret to reveal, and it may be useful having her keep an eye out for any dangerous mischief those kids cook up on their own once we tell them about The Accident.”
Pili snorted, “those kids? You mean Oly–”
“Hah! Probably? But I wouldn’t put it past Artemis and Mosi to contribute their fair share,” she sighed, “especially if they work together on it.”
“Stop being proud of their shenanigans,” she scolded him, “that’s not what responsible fathers are supposed to do!”
“Okay, I promise not to be…you know, out loud at least?”
I’m sorry, I know we’re in the middle of kid-mysteries and stuff, but I just can’t go that long without nekkid people okay?
It’s getting messy now, but I feel like everyone is making healthy progress! Just a few more loose ends to tie up…next chapter is gratuitous exposition about witch culture, but hopefully fun gratuitous exposition about witch culture. We’ll see. ❤
Past Calliope and Past Cassandra: “HAPPY SIMMING SELFIE!!”