Thanks for the reviews. here's the next part of this story. For a while it will be confusing, but if you stick with it everything will come out sooner or later. Warning all of you now that this fic will be dealing with two women in love. So if you are not comfortable with that I suggest you stop reading this story now. Those who are not uncomfortable and like a good Gelphie story then this story is for you. Parings as of now are going to be

Pairings: Elsie/Other

Glinda/Elphaba

Part 3

Elsie knew that was impossible because as she looked at this figure she knew that she could never have met him/her. If she had that moment in time would have been burned into her memory for the rest of her life, just like this one was becoming burned into her memory.

Elsie continued to look at this mystery person for the entire dance. Letting them lead her in the dance, taking them to where ever they felt keen on bringing her. She was too preoccupied studying them. Her hands seemed to study the feel of having his/her hands in hers. Elsie was now no longer afraid of this mystery person being a woman or a man, because she no longer cared. As the song ended Elsie staid in his/her arms, not moving. She was usually the one to end their dancing together, so when this mystery person pulled back, bowed and turned to leave it had caught her off guard. She never really cared for being admired or being desired or persuade, what did bother her was when she was rejected. She was used to people fanning, and for the first time since she was seven years old, and allowed to join the Annual Ozian Ball, she was being rejected. This person whom she wished to dance with more was saying they no longer wished to dance with her. Elsie looked down at the floor and took a deep breathe, she took hold of her dress and was about to go after her mystery figure when her mother appeared in front of her.

"Mother?" Elsie asked a little startled.

Glinda had seen her daughter's last dance. She had been on the balcony above the dance floor getting a drink when she spotted her daughter. It was actually quite easy to spot her, because of the charm she had placed on the jewels on her daughter's mask sent out, for lack of better words a homing beacon to Glinda's jewels allowing her to find her daughter in the mass of the crowd. Also allowing her guards, whose masks contained charmed jewels as well, to find her with ease just in case.

"Elsie who was that you were dancing with?" Glinda asked.

Elsie looked at her mother and then around the room, how had her mother found her so quickly and how did she see her dancing in this massive crowd. Elsie guess the expressions mothers always know, was true.

"I'm actually not sure mother. They didn't give me their name." Elsie said, and then realized that she hadn't heard her mystery person's voice. If she had then she would have been able to place a she, or a he with the person she had just danced with.

Glinda was thrown off by her daughters reply. She knew that Elsie knew better then to dance with someone she didn't know. Her daughter was very bright, some times Glinda hated to admit that her daughter was smarter then she was in some areas, but obviously in the aspect of being safe Glinda still reigned supreme.

"Elsie..." Glinda said in a very motherly tone.

Elsie looked over her mother's shoulder and when she saw her mystery person getting away she grabbed both sides of her dress and moved past her mother, throwing an apology over her shoulder.

"Don't worry mother. I'll get right on finding out the name of that last dancer." Elsie said before pushing through the crowd on the dance floor.

Glinda was about to stop her daughter but saw that there was no way to stop her. When Elsie made up her mind about something it was as if the world didn't exist. Glinda knew that habit all too well. Even when she brought Ms. Phannie to her room in Shiz Elphaba would continue her reading. Glinda had found it annoying and more or less hated the green girl for it. She always made this kind of tension in the room when she was there, and she was hosting guests. Elphaba was always oblivious to the tension, always lost in her books. Glinda wished she could go back to those days, now. When back then she wished she could be somewhere in the future that didn't have Elphaba in it. Only if she knew she her wish would come true. She might have made it a point to get to know Elphaba soon then she had, to become close to her room mate sooner then she had instead of cursing her to death. Glinda looked once more in the direction her daughter had walked, and she forced a bright smile upon her lips and was about to move off the dance floor when a dancer dressed in black with a white mask stepped in front of her. Glinda watched as that dancer bowed to her, and extended their hand for her to take. Glinda looked at the white gloved hand and then up the black clad arm up to the dancers white mask. Glinda took the hand and proceeded to dance with this tall, dark, mysterious dancer lost in the depths of their eyes.

TBC...

Coming soon, Elsie looks for her mystery dancer while Glinda dances with hers.