Boq examined his new surrounding. He was drunk, and figured he was
hallucinating. But did alcohol cause hallucinations? He didn't dwell on it
for long, for his stomach interrupted his thought process. He wretched in a
nearby bush.
Wiping his mouth, he looked around again. The sun shone through the branches of tall trees, illuminating sparkling dust particles. Small, colorful birds perched on their limbs, singing their sweet, honest songs. There was a small, grassy valley, and strategically placed at the base was a familiar looking cottage. Boq didn't know why it was familiar, but it was.
He began to walk towards it, hoping someone was there to tell him he was either drunk or lost... or even both. As if an answer to his wish, a young girl came through the front door, sweeping out a pile of dusty dirt. Boq took another step forward.
CRACK!
He felt his foot snap a small twig, just loud enough to startle the girl, causing her to look up from her work. From what Boq could see, as he had jumped behind a tree, her skin seemed as soft and light as milk. Though they darted, her eyes were dark, yet kind. Her hair was black, black as coal. She couldn't have been much younger than Elphaba, who was nineteen. Boq didn't feel any negative vibes from the girl, so he ventured forward.
"Um, excuse me, Miss," Boq bowed. The girl backed away cautiously. "My name is Master Boq. I am from the Oz country. Um... could you tell me where I am?" Even though he had received no bad vibes from her, she had a quick mind and a sharp tongue.
"I could tell you where you are, but I don't feel obligated to or anything. So if you'll excuse me, I don't appreciate discussing matters of no importance with a drunken dwarf," she turned her back on him. Well, he thought, that answers one question, but...
"Well... um... you're not speaking with a Dwarf, if that helps any," he said, "I'm a Munchkin,"
"What the hell's a Munchkin? Do they munch their kin?" she asked. Boq could feel himself getting hot under the collar. He only wanted polite conversation with a nice girl. This wasn't what he had bargained for.
"That was a shitty joke," he said.
"Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot say?"
"Well, who the hell are you? Why am I even talking to you?" she put one hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow.
"Must you insist on pestering me?"
"Must you be such a snob?"
"I could be worse,"
"Yeah, right. With your complexion-"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"It doesn't!" The girl snorted., she couldn't keep a straight face any longer. Boq grinned at his victory. "So, do I get a name?"
"Hmm... how does Snow White work for you?" she said, almost questioning her own name. He nodded and put out his hand.
"Again, I am Boq. It's a pleasure," she shook his hand. They were just as soft as they looked, white and smooth. He needn't ask why her name was Snow White.
Wiping his mouth, he looked around again. The sun shone through the branches of tall trees, illuminating sparkling dust particles. Small, colorful birds perched on their limbs, singing their sweet, honest songs. There was a small, grassy valley, and strategically placed at the base was a familiar looking cottage. Boq didn't know why it was familiar, but it was.
He began to walk towards it, hoping someone was there to tell him he was either drunk or lost... or even both. As if an answer to his wish, a young girl came through the front door, sweeping out a pile of dusty dirt. Boq took another step forward.
CRACK!
He felt his foot snap a small twig, just loud enough to startle the girl, causing her to look up from her work. From what Boq could see, as he had jumped behind a tree, her skin seemed as soft and light as milk. Though they darted, her eyes were dark, yet kind. Her hair was black, black as coal. She couldn't have been much younger than Elphaba, who was nineteen. Boq didn't feel any negative vibes from the girl, so he ventured forward.
"Um, excuse me, Miss," Boq bowed. The girl backed away cautiously. "My name is Master Boq. I am from the Oz country. Um... could you tell me where I am?" Even though he had received no bad vibes from her, she had a quick mind and a sharp tongue.
"I could tell you where you are, but I don't feel obligated to or anything. So if you'll excuse me, I don't appreciate discussing matters of no importance with a drunken dwarf," she turned her back on him. Well, he thought, that answers one question, but...
"Well... um... you're not speaking with a Dwarf, if that helps any," he said, "I'm a Munchkin,"
"What the hell's a Munchkin? Do they munch their kin?" she asked. Boq could feel himself getting hot under the collar. He only wanted polite conversation with a nice girl. This wasn't what he had bargained for.
"That was a shitty joke," he said.
"Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot say?"
"Well, who the hell are you? Why am I even talking to you?" she put one hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow.
"Must you insist on pestering me?"
"Must you be such a snob?"
"I could be worse,"
"Yeah, right. With your complexion-"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"It doesn't!" The girl snorted., she couldn't keep a straight face any longer. Boq grinned at his victory. "So, do I get a name?"
"Hmm... how does Snow White work for you?" she said, almost questioning her own name. He nodded and put out his hand.
"Again, I am Boq. It's a pleasure," she shook his hand. They were just as soft as they looked, white and smooth. He needn't ask why her name was Snow White.