A Conference for Female Characters in Fiction
A/N- Yes, I know Thorgil is a blonde in the books. Yet whenever I picture her in my head, she's a ginger. So sue me. Also, the title is wrong on the first chapter, but I'm to lazy to fix it. So ignore it, please. And one other thing, if you don't know any of the fabulous ladies that I'm writing about, then might I suggest Google? And another thing, (Sorry) thanks for being patient with me while I've been away.
Love, Rex
Kaye Fierch twirled her blonde hair absentmindedly as she stared off into the distance. The room she was sitting in smelled like the city outside, full of cigarette smoke and iron. She wrinkled her nose in distaste. When she was a human, she was a smoker, but now just the smell was enough to turn her away from any big city. The country, she decided, was much better suited to her tastes.
"Pardon me, but is this seat taken?" said a voice from above, interrupting her musings.
Kaye looked up and was surprised to see the other green woman she had seen in the lobby, only this time she was carrying the black witch's hat and not surprisingly, a broom.
"You look like the Wicked Witch of the West." Kaye deadpanned. The other woman raised her eyebrows.
"Well I can't help what other people call me, but my real name is Elphaba." She said, sitting down in the seat across from Kaye and placing her hat and broom in the chair next to her. It was then that Kaye noticed how fiercely black her hair was. Like the wings of a raven.
"Your hair is the same color as Nevermore." Kaye said, pointing. Elphaba's hand went up defensively to her long braid and she quirked a brow at Kaye.
"Well, yours is the same color as Munchkin hay. And why do you have an extra knuckle?"
Kaye pondered a little at how to correctly respond to both the statement and the question. In the end she just shrugged.
"I like hay. Oh, and I'm a pixie, if you were wondering." Awkward silence followed for at least a few minutes until Kaye could not bear it anymore.
"So… are you actually a witch? Can you do magic and shit?" Elphaba laughed at that, a little snorting thing that caused the corner of her mouth to rise.
"Yes, I can do magic. What about you, Pixie-Girl?"
"My name is Kaye, thank you very much. And yes, I can do magic. Not much, but I'm learning." Elphaba nodded once, very sagely, and the awkward silence descended around them once more. Finally Elphaba leaned forward a little and murmured,
"I could teach you something. If you want. I checked in my bag with my cloak at the front, but we can go get it." Kaye looked at her, puzzled. Soon, a single question escaped her lips.
"Why?" Elphaba sighed exasperatedly and rolled her eyes.
"Silly girl, my grimoire is in my bag. And I've heard there are rooms in this conference hall especially assigned for magic users to work their craft."
"Oh." Kaye looked around the room, for what she did not know. Then she looked back at Elphaba and shrugged.
"Sure. Why not?"