Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me.
Author's Note: You've found my drabbles. This is a series of unrelated oneshots, just when little moments inspire me. Enjoy.
Candles
Universe: Canon, bookverse (with small hints of musicalverse); after the melting
Main Character: Glinda the Good
When my mother died, we lit a candle in her memory, Elphaba Thropp had once said, on a rainy April afternoon. According to the Vinkus tribes, candles will guide the soul of the dead to the Afterlife.
No one would be lighting a candle for Elphaba. After all, no one mourns the wicked. It wouldn't matter, she would have said, I have no soul to guide.
But as Glinda the Good Witch of the North gazed at the waxy, green puddle streaking the granite floor of Kiamo Ko, she realized that Elphie had been lying that day. Everybody has a soul, just not necessarily a good one.
But Elphie had a good one. And she deserves her candle, Glinda decided, magicking a piece of string with a wave of her wand. Bending down in a swoosh of colourful fabric, she used a pale, manicured hand to scoop a tiny pile of the hard, green substance onto the window sill.
Prodding a delicate hole into its center, Glinda carefully placed a small section of white string inside the ball of wax. With another wave a small flame was lit, casting an orangy glow about the room.
A sudden gust of wind caused the flame to flicker, and a small smile tugged on the Good Witch's lips. Elphaba would be happy now, wherever she was. She was finally defying gravity.