I paced back and forth in the front room, nervously awaiting Rehmehya.
I still didn't understand why I was so nervous that she was coming back a week early. I should be excited.
I can finally hear the carriage door shut and I make my way to the front door.
"My Remmy!"
"Papa!"
There seemed to be something different about her, but maybe I was just imagining it.
"How was your trip?"
She pauses I while as if trying to be careful of her words, a rare habit coming from my daughter.
"Enlightening?"
"Enlightening? I was expecting fun, or exciting."
"Maybe a little of that..." She looks at me cautiously before continuing, "Avaya's family are really good people."
"Why don't you get wash up and make sure your room is still to your liking."
I watch her smile and run up the stairs.
I've never felt this way with my daughter.
It's awkward.
She's hiding something and I know it.
I'm hiding something and she knows it.
She comes back down and we make our way outside to the small garden.
"Papa. What were your parents like?"
One of the many questions I have been dreading, I've avoided for nearly nineteen years, why now?
"It's not important."
"Yes, it is. We are who we are because of where we came from."
"No, we write are own stories. Why all this sudden interest in 'where you came from'?"
She sighes and I walk ahead before noticing she's not following me.
"Green isn't a very common trait is it?...It has a source. I got it from your mother, didn't I?"
It got me...the way she proposed the question. My mother, she could have gotten it from her mother for all I've told her.
"How do you know that?"
"Avaya's mom." She looks away, before looking me straight in the eyes and the stare feels all too familiar. "You said they were dead, that's all you've ever said. That's a lie, they didn't die. I get to Kvon Altar and Avaya leads me to her family and there they are; her mother and brother green as grass. As green as me."
"What are you talking about?" I ask confused beyond all belief. Sweet Oz, how?
"Elphaba and Fiyero. They're my grandparents."
She says simply before taking a seat still intently staring at me waiting for answers.
"How?" I stutter, "No, he disappeared, she melted..."
"How exactly would one go about melting, Papa?"
"With water..."
But even as I say it I feel stupid.
"She was worried about you, you know."
She whispers, and at first I don't believe it.
It all seems forgein to me, really. My own daughter telling me of my parents.
"You should have told me about them and I should have asked early."
She walks away slipping a letter out of her pocket into my hands.
Is this what I had been looking for?
Author's Notes:
so the hiatus this fic took was unintentional. My mind with all over and this somehow ended up on the back burner. So, now that this has been bumped to the front burner, this will have more updates.
I'd like to say thanks to blah65 for finishing "Wicked Ways" (a very very good story) and giving me motivation to update this. Maybe now, I'll actual get cracking on my other wicked fics too.
Thanks to:
DaggerQuill: I updated, was what you read that bad? Did you read the fixed or unfixed ch.10
Mongoosey: Thanks.
Lils: Yay, you're here too. Wow.
Tuuli-Thea Danica Shardae: Yay, you remembered...a month ago...Yay..blah for summer homework
until next time, this is me...signing out