"There's going to come a day when you feel better
You'll rise up free and easy on that day
And float from branch to branch, lighter than the air
Just when that day is coming, who can say, who can say?
Our mother has been absent
Ever since we founded Rome
But there's going to be a party
When the wolf comes home
We're going to commandeer the local airwaves
To tell the neighbors what's been going on
And they will shake their heads and wag their bony fingers
In all the wrong directions, and by daybreak we'll be gone
I'm going to get myself in fighting trim
Scope out every angle of unfair advantage
I'm going to bribe the officials, I'm going to kill all the judges
It's going to take you people years to recover from all of the damage."
She barely knows English. She can understand it slowly, but a lot of terms are lost on her, and she absolutely cannot read it. When she mutters to herself or tries to speak in her native tongue, it sounds weird to most. Pictish is a dead language, afterall.
Homeless
The girl lives in an abandoned shop on the Boardwalk. The pictures on this page represent a cleaned up Cailin.
Sight
She can see into all of the realms. Changeling? Wraith? Spirit? She sees it all...which could very well be why she is so weird.
Sunlight
She has a pretty severe allergy to sunlight, so don't expect to see her during the day.
Tattoos
Her clothing often covers it, but she has odd Ogham tattoos on much of her body. That would be the spiraling dead language of the Picts.
