Disclaimer: I still don't own Wicked...but for now I'm fine with that

A/N: I decided to add a little Galinda, so tell me what you think. Sorry its so short, I need more inspiration, so review please. A kremlin-shaped giant cookie for whoever knows what song Fabala is singing this time.

A Gillikinese Beauty and a Green Girl

The Thropp family moved to Quadling Country and their lives fell into a steady balance. Well, if steady is becoming Unionist missionaries, so be it. Frex preached, Melena drank, Nanny gossiped, Elphaba sang, and Nessarose watched.


A young girl of about four years with peachy skin, bouncing golden-blonde curls, and eyes the color of sapphires sat on a white stool swinging her legs. Her pink sundress tied in the back with a large white bow. The room was lavishly decorated with pinks, yellows, and whites. At the center of the room was a bed that seemed far too large for one so young. Nearby, her Ama cleaned the chocolate milk that had somehow gotten in the porcelain doll's hair. The doll looked very much like the girl, except for the eyes, which were green.

"Galinda," the Ama said to the girl, "Would you like to go play outside?"

"Oo! I would love to Ama Clutch!" the girl squealed leaping off her perch.

Galinda pulled on her white sandals and placed her pink sun hat on her blonde head. The doll was set on the bed and the stool returned to its rightful place under the vanity. The pair exited the room. Galinda skipped down the hallway, with Ama Clutch—who was in her mid fifties—trailing close behind her little charge.

The Arduenna family was one of the most prestigious in Gillikin, and their gardens exceeded all expectations. Galinda was clearly a Gillikinese beauty. The girl's favorite place was in a far corner, shaded by a large oak tree. She hated getting dirty, so she picked flowers very carefully.

Ama Clutch filled a pan with soapy water and dipped a section from a metal clothes hanger that had been twisted into a circle. She waved it in front of Galinda, making bubbles 

appear and drift away. Galinda laughed and clapped her hands at the sight of the wonderful soapy orbs that floated around her blonde curls. She dared not pop them, or the magic would be gone for sure. But they had to pop at some point, so Ama Clutch just kept making more bubbles until the soapy water ran out.

"Pretty bubbles!" the tiny blonde exclaimed spinning in circles, arms outstretched, her face to the sun.

"Galinda dear, you'll make yourself dizzy."

"But I like spinning,"

"I know you do, but you wouldn't want to get your pretty dress dirty if you fell right?"

At the word 'dirty', she stopped mid spin and picked up her hat from where it had fallen. She smoothed her skirt and picked up the flowers she had picked: roses, petunias, tulips, violets, morning glories, and daisies, but not a single poppy. Poppies only grew in the Vinkus and some parts of Quadling Country, so the seeds were ridiculously priced.


In Quadling Country, Elphaba sang to herself as she picked the blue flowers that Nessa loved so much. Her small basket already had about fifteen blooms in it. She had begun to forget about the playgroup and Turtle Heart and Colwen Grounds, but she always remembered things.

"Prancing Pairs, Glass Embers,

Things I almost remember,

And a song, I once sang,

Once upon a Lurlinemas"

The last part was just a whisper so her father wouldn't hear. She found a lone poppy and tucked it into a pocket in her cloak, which was pulled over her face. The heat was stifling and she longed to remove the cloak. She wore her boots and a dress whose sleeves had been removed. It had been altered three times before, twice to let out the hem, once to widen the neck, and now to add the material from the sleeves to the bottom to make the dress longer.

"Someone holds me safe and warm,

Glass shows me the coming storm,

Figures running playfully across my memory…"

She continued singing and picking.

Nanny overheard her singing and wondered what the little green girl meant by 'the coming storm', but decided against asking Elphaba. It was clear to her that Elphaba had enjoyed the play group, or at least had observed them contently. She didn't know of the poppy, and would probably never find out. That is, unless Fabala decided to tell her.

"Far away, long ago

Glowing dim as an ember

Things my heart used to know,

Things I yearn to remember

And a song, I once sang,

Once upon a Lurlinemas,"


Galinda suddenly felt a longing to find a very unusual girl. A flash of green. A poppy. Were her only hints as to who one so unique might be. Elphaba felt a desire to find a very beautiful girl. Something pink spinning. Bubbles. The clues that flashed through her mind weren't enough it seemed. Something wanted these two very different girls to meet, but neither knew of the other, or the strange coincidence of the visions.


A/N- Review (please) and tell me what you think. Do you like little Galinda? The Song?

I need more ideas for the next chapters, perhaps something about Fiyero's childhood in the Vinkus...idk. So review and give me ideas, before I declare myself Writer's Block Syndrome positive.

(I don't need a lot of reviews to write the next chapter, just something that will get me thinking--and writing!--lol)