The adventures of Dorothy and Elphaba
Disclaimer: I do not own wicked.
Chapter 3
" That's really amazing that you were named after a saint, but you don't act like one." Said Dorothy honestly.
" And you're not much of a gift giver either." Retorted Elphaba.
Dorothy sat in silence thinking of something to say, but Elphaba continued.
" Glinda, had no right to give you those shoes, my sister put them in my care in her will."
" Do you think I am entirely stupid?" Spat Dorothy.
" No, not entirely stupid!" Said Elphaba loudly standing up from her seat.
" I'm sorry that I killed your sister, but why you have to be so mean about it is beyond me, Miss Elphaba!" Dorothy said firmly.
" Well, if I must admit, my sister's death was my fault and your house was only a minor guilt trap that made me fall farther into the quicksand's of life."
" What do you mean? Don't you dare take the blame you and I both known it was my fault." Dorothy said calmly.
Elphaba slammed her hands down on the table and sat back down in her chair. " That's where you believed a lie, Dorothy the last gift I ever gave to my sister Nessarose, was the power to walk by enchanting her silver glasswork shoes, handmade by father."
"Oh, so that's how they became ruby." Dorothy exclaimed.
"Yes. " Replied Elphaba.
" I would give them to you, but I think there still stuck." Dorothy said with a sigh.
Elphaba smiled weakly at Dorothy's statement. " That's all right Dorothy, I understand."
Fiyero was intrigued by the whole conversation, only a few times the urge to interrupt had got in the way of his ability to listen to Dorothy and Elphaba carrying on like that. Elphaba was the first one to get up and make a sandwich. She did her usual sandwich with carrots, olives and lettuce with mayo; Dorothy made herself a ham and cheese while Fiyero had nothing.
After Elphaba was finished eating her sandwich she retired to her room. From the entrance of the room a person's eye could easily fix itself on the one window straight ahead with black drapes. In the upper right hand corner of the room there was a desk piled with books and papers. If you took a closer look you would see that each book was not based on one single thing. Elphaba had given up strictly studying one thing at a time; in fact she was studying several areas at a time. Writing her questions down in a notebook and when she found the answers to each question she'd write the answers underneath them, she also kept her hypotheses in that notebook. Fiyero even let her take the telescope she had quite frequently used to the outskirts of Oz.
Elphaba who was quite tired from the day's events so far made her way towards her bed that was covered with a black comforter and black sheets. Elphaba laid her head upon the pillow and it was not even a moment and her eyelids fluttered close.
Meanwhile Dorothy and Fiyero were having their own conversation, which Dorothy had started.
"Where did you guys meet?" Dorothy asked.
"Glinda, Elphaba and me all met at Shiz University." replied Fiyero.
"Did you always love Elphaba?" Dorothy asked her eyes gleaming with wonder.
"Well, I didn't really notice Elphaba until she got angry, because a Lion cub was being caged and you see when a Animal is caged they can be weaned from their ability to speak."
"Well, when did you notice Elphaba?" Dorothy asked her hands clasped together as if she were pleading for more information.
"When I realized she hadn't spelled me, we saved the cub together and I broke up with Glinda." Fiyero replied with a smile.
"Wow, thanks for that information Fiyero!" Dorothy exclaimed happily.
Both Fiyero and Dorothy heard footsteps coming down stairs.
"Good morning sleepyhead." Fiyero said as Elphaba entered the kitchen for the second time that day.
Dorothy ran over and gave Elphaba a tight squeeze around the waist. "Elphaba!" Dorothy squealed in delight. Noticing Elphaba's resistance to Dorothy's hug he got up from his chair and joined the hug.
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