Part II
After breaking for a small, yet healthy, balanced lunch, Glinda returned to her task refreshed. Based on Elphaba's faint glimmer of a response, ritual blonde humiliation was clearly the way to go. A whole host of options presented themselves at once. Blonde, she undoubtedly was, but Glinda could be devious when the occasion called. Setting aside those options which could be of danger to her clothes or person, (altruism was all very well and good, but Miss Glinda would only go so far), two or three ideas seemed the most promising.
Was that an ungainly black and green form that she saw? Glinda hastened forward, feeling her moment had come.
"Trip me up!" she muttered to Shenshen at her side.
"What?"
"I'll explain later, just do it - right now!"
Glinda pitched forward, head over elegant footwear. Tumbling into a heap of silks and wayward curls (while cunningly avoiding any patches of wet grass), she brought up, breathless, practically at Elphie's feet.
Although no-one there knew her well enough to tell, Elphie flushed at the unfamiliar sight. Glinda lay, prone, ruffled, her fabled poise upset. For one unguarded instant, the pair's gazes met.
"Here," Elphie offered gruffly, reaching out to help her roommate up. Briefly, they stood together, uncomfortably close, until Elphie turned to continue on her way.
What was that that Glinda saw, before the other girl walked on? More of a wry grimace than the smile she had hoped for - but even so, this was definite progress!
Patently, a sane person would have quit while still ahead. But, never having laid much claim to such a name, Glinda, watching Elphaba disappear from view, busily plotted her next, finest attempt.
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A/N: ...and I'm not quite sure what Glinda has in mind just yet. How can our little friend humiliate herself still more? If she truly smiles, will Elphie's head explode? All will be revealed here soon.