A/N: I do love these here drabbles, mmmyep...
Drabble One
Glinda sat in the carriage, watching the slim green form slowly disappear in the crowds of emerald-clad citizens. Tears rolled down her cheeks, and the people next to her pointedly looked away.
She clutched the bread to her chest, eager to have anything reminded her of Elphaba, no matter how vague. How could she do this to her? Just when Glinda had convinced herself that life without Elphaba was an impossible dream, the rug was pulled out, and Elphaba was waving goodbye.
Suddenly, she heard shouting in the back of the carriage. A dark figure clambered up from the street outside, panting. The hood fell back and a familiarly angular green faced looked at her, smiling hesitantly.
The next thing she knew, she was pressing herself further into Elphaba, fighting to deepen the desperate embrace, not caring that the people beside them were staring.
Her dream had come true, and at least for this moment, she had Elphaba, and nobody in all of Oz would ever bring her down.
A/N: Can ya spot the playverse quote? Hehehe...