This is for Tiggy (Lady Tiggular).
Fiyero crept up behind the tree and sat on a root, thinking silently. It was good to get away from Galinda for a while and just… think. At first, his mind had recoiled at the idea… but now… it was like a whole new hobby…
He let his back lean against the tree, and sighed, smiling. What to think of now? How about—?
Some scuffling distracted him from his thoughts. He looked on the other side of the tree to see Elphaba standing up. "Oh, my, whatever are you doing here?" she scowled.
"Relaxing…"
"Oh, really? Do you do too much? All that 'dancing' must get tiring."
He nodded. "It does indeed. You have no idea."
She narrowed her eyes angrily and left, rolling her eyes as usual and muttering something under her breath.
—the color green? He smiled.