I meant to wait to begin posting a new story, but I was too excited for this. And I also tend to loose interest in things if I put it off.
This is very different than my normal stories. It's the story of what happens to the rest of the Charmed Circle in the five year period between Elphaba leaving Glinda, and Fiyero rediscovering her. I'm trying very, very hard to not contradict the original novel. A good goal, but easier said than done because there are some inconsistencies in the book itself. So I'm going to try. The next quesion I see coming is: Pairings? To that I have to say, it's all canon. But that is a bit of a fun game, because everything is so vague in the novel, anyway. So be ready for anything!
Also(I'll shut up soon, promise. You all know I'm given to babbling by now), I know this is short. I meant for it to be that way. There is a method to the madness, promise!
Normally Elphaba Thropp stood out in a crowd. Not today, what with her dark cloak and dress and her green skin. She simply became a shadow of the Emerald City, fading into the background. Glinda watched the spot where she had been, staring after her, feeling a sob wrack her body. Elphaba had not cried, but Glinda was crying enough for the both of them.
Had it not hurt Elphaba so much? Did it all mean nothing to her? Was she glad to be rid of Glinda, like one was glad to be rid of a pesky insect? Had she known she would not return to Shiz? Had she been planning on it? Glinda touched the not-particularly-fresh orange that she had left her with. Annoyed, she chucked it out the carriage window, hearing a rather satisfying shlop as it crashed into the ground.
She leaned back against her seat, her sobs quieting. The other passengers were all looking at their feet, silent. They all wanted to know the gossip, the intrigue. Something bad had happened, that was for sure. But what? What was the blonde girl's story? Who was the green one? What had been the story behind that kiss?
Glinda herself didn't know even the simplest answers. She shivered; it wasn't very cold, still autumn. But she had grown used to feeling the warmth of Elphaba beside her. Elphaba usually would nod off against her shoulder. She never slept at night, probably afraid of what was to come, worried some fiend would attack them during the night. She had allowed Glinda to keep watch in the less threatening day.
She wrapped her arms around herself, wanting to go home. Not that she was so sure what that even meant, anymore.
She had no idea what she would tell the others. Boq and Fiyero and Nessa and Avaric... She could already see Nessarose's look of annoyance, of disappointment. Nessa would blame her, surely. Nanny would kill her.
How could she tell them all what they had done? It was bad enough that Elphaba had ran off. How could she tell them they had met the Wizard? Tell them Elphaba had left because she refused to study at Madame Morrible's school. She felt Morrible was manipulating them, controlling them. Glinda didn't know. She felt like she knew nothing at all. Could Morrible be controlling her? It was possible, in the way anything was possible. How did Elphaba even know that she wasn't still doing Morrible's bidding? Maybe she wanted the girl to run off to the Emerald City on some suicide mission.
She wondered if she would ever see her friend again. Friend... that didn't seem the strong enough word. Sisterwasn't right- Glinda had no sisters, but doubted that relationship would be anything like how she felt about Elphaba. Lovercrossed her mind, but that was wrong, too. There was love there, at least on Glinda's part. But none of those simple words held the right meaning. The relationship was an enigma. Glinda couldn't understand how anything in the world could be like it.
She didn't understand how she could ever be the same again. She closed her eyes, imagining she could smell the scent of coconut oil, mint and lavender mixing, with a bit of crisp apple mixed in- the scent Elphaba always had.