When Glinda entered her room she hoped for peace and quiet after a long day of celebrating the death of the Wicked Witch of the West. She closed the door behind her and let out a gentle sigh with her eyes closed, taking in the silence.
Glinda opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was the open window, the curtains beside it fluttering gently in the breeze. She moved and closed the shutters but before she went to bed she looked down and saw that everything on her desk had been moved aside and a single object had been left in the middle.
It was a pink flower clip.
'Popular, I'll help you be pop-u-lar!
Glinda smiled and she could feel the tears rising to her eyes. She reached out and took the flower as if it were made of delicate glass. She turned it over and saw a piece of old crinkled paper attached to it.
Look to the Western Sky.
It was Elphaba's neat, crisp handwriting. Glinda quickly but the flower on her bed and ran back to the window, throwing it open. She looked straight ahead- she had requested her room face west in homage to Elphaba- just above the peaks of The Great Kells she saw a black speck blocking out a fraction of the moon. Glinda knew who it was and grinned broadly. Her dark cloak spread against the sky as if they were wings, Elphaba was a night angel. She hovered above there for one more moment before diving down, and disappearing behind the darkness of the mountains.