A/N: Ouch. No reviews for the last one. Anyway, here you have the next one. The title is 'star' in French, I beleive. Please review. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Not mine. 'Wicked' belongs to Gregory Maguire.
046. Star
Étincelle
"Do you like?" a finger rose from the darkness towards the glistening sparkles. "Do you like 'em? Hm?"
She was dancing. She was dancing before the moon, and the stars where her patulous witnesses. She was free – free, free from herself, free from his quiet indictment – no, she felt free. She wasn't free, was she?
It was something she couldn't quite understand. She reached up, trying to touch, trying to feel the delicate diamonds, stretching as if her plump but thin fingertips could really outline the fierce, soothing shine of the droplets. Startling, tempting; sparkling. She had always loved stars. But did she?
"Like the stars, dear?" She got no answer. Instead a pair of young, hazel eyes stared into the oblivion that was the night where her fingers had been pointing at.
They both liked it, Melena and her daughter: just void, liberty and sparkling diamonds.