So..This is just a little filler to try and fend off the writer's block. Pleaseee don't shoot it down in flames; think of it as a recitative to move the story along. And, apparently I've reached some sort of limit in my Document Manager [?] so I don't know when I'll be able to update again. :) Put up with me...It'll get done. Don't worry.
Nessa rolled herself discreetly into the kitchen, under the pretence of making her big sister some 'welcome home cookies'. Elphaba, on the other hand, sat sullenly on the settee in the living room, her arms tightly knotted and her face contorted in anger. Frex paced back and forth in front of her, head in hands.
"How could you say that about him, Father?" she spat suddenly, leaping to her feet and squaring up to the much larger man. His eyes bulged, amazed she would speak back to him.
"Elphaba, he is a Winkie! Do you have any idea what that would do to our position in Munchkinland if it was discovered that you were fornicating with a savage?" he bawled in reply, and her face paled.
"For a start, Dad, I have done no fornicating with him. And only you think that there is something wrong with Vinkun people! You are racist and narrow minded and I- I think I am beginning to hate you." Elphaba finished, her voice sinking 'til it was dangerously low. Frex looked like she had slapped him. In his anger, he did just that, sending her flying to the other side of the room.
He snapped, "Don't you dare speak to me so, girl! I am your father and I will not be defied!"
"But Father I love him!" the green girl screamed, raising a hand to her now hot cheek.
"ENOUGH." Frex finished, turning on his heel and striding from the room, his Governor's robes rustling as he went. Elphaba sprang in the opposite direction, crashing up the sweeping staircase to her bedroom.
Frexpar Thropp had never thought as much of green Elphaba as he did of pretty Nessarose, but he had always loved her. He wanted nothing but the best for her, and he could not believe that she would choose a Winkie for a partner. He could have put up with her being friends with the boy, but for her to say that she was in love…It was not something he had ever thought his eldest daughter capable of. For the first time in his life, he felt guilty. He approached Elphaba's bedroom, ready to tell her that he would at least try and accept her new…friend. He knocked.
Silence.
Tentatively, he opened the door, expecting to have some kind of heavy book thrown at his head, or at the very least to find her crying. But she wasn't there to find. She had gone.
Elphaba allowed a few natural tears to cool her burning face as she took her first step towards freedom. Granted, she had no idea where to go, but she couldn't stay in Colwen Grounds with the man she was ashamed to call her Father any longer. Her first thought was to go to Fiyero, but then she realised she had no idea where he was. And, painful as it was to admit it, he may not want to be associated with someone who's own father would denounce him in public. Dejected, she pulled her cloak further around her and shouldered her bags, heading for the Three Dead Trees. She could lodge there and maker her plans.
Okay, it was little. No flames! I'm begging. :) Any ideas where I could go after this...They're welcome!