A/N: Well, it's been awhile. What can I say? School.

Well…in regards to other stories, Riverdance and Practical Magic have inspired me. As has my book of Celtic myths and legends…in addition to the "children of Lir" legend, Lir was a Celtic sea god! Coincidence? I think not.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

They decided that eventually they should go to Kiamo Ko. The guards who had been there to watch over Elphaba's movements were surely gone now, after her death to the world. And hopefully, almost certainly, the new government believed that it wasn't her but some imposter that had been seen, green and unabashed, throughout the city.

But that journey would be a long one, and it require planning and preparation for them to make it without being recognized. So first, they went once more to the one place where no one would expect to find the Wicked Witch of the West, or any of her associates. They went to the home of Lady Glinda.

It was not Glinda this time but her maid who opened the door. They had taken steps for this eventuality. It was Cass alone who stood there, in her charcoal coat, red hair brushed and a sweet smile on her face.

"Hello," she said charmingly, every bit the upper class young socialite she had been raised. "I'm Cassia, the niece of Lady Glinda's former headmistress, Madame Morrible, as you'll recall. Is the good lady in today?"

"Why, yes, she is," the maid said pleasantly. From the bushes, Elphaba, Fiyero, Liir, and Nor imagined what she'd have done had she seen the five of them, for the most part rather bedraggled and worn as people who share too small a living space are, especially when they have so many underlying familial connections and the accompanying baggage. In all likelihood, the maid would have first taken them for beggars and told them rather impolitely to shoo, then would have noticed Elphaba and run from the house screaming "Terrorist!" at the top of her lungs. An old family name and money did wonders in this world, sadly, reflected Elphaba, watching Cass work her own personal brand of magic.

"Lady Glinda?" said the maid, what was her name? Eva, or something like. Something that vaguely reminded Glinda of the scientific name for birds that she'd learned all those years ago at Shiz, in Life Sciences, with Elphaba and Dr. Dillamond, their first year before she decided on sorcery.

"What is it?" Glinda asked rather curtly. Her ladies' book club was here, and they were all listening quite attentively, hoping for drama, in spite of their determined gazes resting on their books.

"There's a young lady here to see you. A Miss Cassia Morrible, I believe she said."

"Morrible? Why, she's not related to my old headmistress, is she? I never thought she had any children."

"I believe she said something about a headmistress of yours, yes, ma'am," said Eva or whatever her name was, without the slightest change in expression or inflection. Sweet Lurline, the woman was so drab.

"Well, send her in. We'd all love to meet a relative of Madame Morrible's, wouldn't we, ladies?" Glinda asked. There was a collective murmur of assent. Most of the women had gone to Shiz at some point or another, within a few years of Glinda, though only a few had been in her actual year.

A lovely redheaded girl of about thirteen or fourteen appeared in the doorway, dressed half-casually, as if she was coming from school. She looked nothing like the overbearing Madame Morrible, and for a moment Glinda wondered if the maid had muddled things completely. Then, the girl spoke, and though her voice resembled Morrible's even less than her features did, there was a similar inflection to some of her words. It was enough to convince Glinda.

"Lady Glinda," said the young girl, curtseying. "I- may I please speak to you alone, for a moment? It's very important, it concerns a friend of yours-" the girl locked eyes with Glinda on the word 'friend' and nodded slightly, as if to confirm Glinda's assumption that the friend she spoke of was Elphaba. Any of Glinda's other friends, or those who considered themselves her friends, would have come themselves, or, more likely, sent a liveried servant with a dictated message, written down.

"Yes, yes of course. Excuse me for a moment, please, ladies," said Glinda, and gracefully swept ahead of the girl into the hallway, motioning for her to follow. Once they were alone, the girl's tone deepened in intensity and her eyes conveyed her urgency even further.

"Glinda," she said, dropping all pretense of formality and reminding Glinda in that moment more of Elphaba than of their old dragon of a headmistress, "You may have heard that Elphaba's been spotted. We need to get out of the City, but we have to plan our trip to Kiamo Ko, and besides, we don't know if it's wise to go out there just yet. Elphaba, Fiyero, Liir, and Nor-"

"Fiyero's daughter Nor?" Glinda interrupted. "You've found her?" Then: "Sweet Lurline, that must be awkward for Elphaba."

"Not really. Elphaba rejects all social norms, as you'll have noticed. She doesn't find sex or the intricacies of relationships to be any more sensitive than any other topics, for the most part."

Glinda was unsurprised by this. "So," she said, "where are they?"

Cass squirmed slightly. "Well, you see- we had no way to let you know-"

"Cassia. Where are they?"

"Outside."