The foyer at Kiamo Ko was definitely meant to impress and intimidate new arrivals. Elphaba quickly realized that this is a hunting tribe, seeing the professional done stuffed animals that hung on the walls, to the twelve guns that flared in a circle above the fireplace. A brass horn sat on a dusty wooden stand by the door, shaking from the breeze that was brought in from an open window. Fiyero smiled at the iron chandelier that hung ominously above everything, burning candle stubs to create the soft light around them. Elphaba however was fearfully looking into the eyes of the dead stuffed animals, hopefully not Animals that hung on the stone walls around her.

"Those aren't Animals," Fiyero told Elphaba, making her turn to see him looking back at her.

"How did you know that's what I was thinking?"

Fiyero chose not to answer that and to further avoid her question, lead Elphaba from the foyer to his library. The emerald girl stopped dead in her tracks and stared in utter bliss, taken in captive by the thousands of pages surrounding her. Books jammed into every shelf, some with elegant purple bindings while some were rather large with worn brown backings. Elphaba seized the nearest purple cased one, opening the cover and reading a quick summary of it.

"I don't know how much you'll enjoy that, it's about politics," Fiyero called back from the opposite side of the room."

"I don't see why the future Governor of Munchkinland shouldn't know how to rule her people," she looked back on him, somewhat indignantly.

Fiyero held up both hands in resignation, turning back the bookshelf he was browsing. Elphaba tucked the book under her arm, silently thinking that with all the other book choices, she would never want to read politics. But still, her will to spite Fiyero ran strong. So she kept the book and kept examining the thousands of bindings that filled the wall in front of her. The heavy carpeted floor dragged under her large work boots, the iron toes on them catching in small holes.

Reaching a section of books where almost every single one was weather worn. Elphaba took a small one off of a bottom shelf. She flipped it open and even before she had read a single word, Fiyero interjected her thoughts,

"So you like fairytales?"

"Is that what this is," Elphaba answered, flipping a page.

"This whole section is all the popular Ozian fairytales, and probably a few old Vinkus one's you've never heard of before."

They stayed quiet for several more minutes before Elphaba added onto their conversation,

"Nessa always had me read her fairytales, they were her absolute favorite."

"My younger siblings were the one's who loved these, they were read over and over."

He pointed to a clump of slightly newer looking ones,

"Those had to be replaced recently because the pages started falling out of the bindings."

"You have younger siblings?" Elphaba interrupted his story, glancing away from the bookshelves and back at him.

Fiyero rubbed the back of his neck, a little uncomfortable.

"Yeah, I have a little brother and sister," he somewhat blurted out.

Elphaba felt like there was a few pieces of the puzzle missing to his explanation, but seeing how apprehensive he already was, she decided to change subject. But before she could start another conversation, she heard him murmur somewhat irritated to himself,

"My older sister doesn't count."

This perplexed her, internally filing it in her questions for later folder, then looking to the eight feet tall windows that displayed the beautiful afternoon sunlight and breeze, noticeably shaking the fields of grass that carpeted the valley below them.

"Are you ready to meet my parents?" Fiyero interrupted her thoughts.

Internally, Elphaba screamed no, but externally all that could come out was a casual,

"Sure," with a somewhat pleasant smile to follow.