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The next week was a paradox for the Charmed Circle. On the one hand they were in familiar territory; Boq and Fiyero moved back into the dorms and the girls did the same. On the other, they were not; Avaric had Crope and Tibbett staying with him as all three had graduated. The Circle went about their days as they had the previous year, but with no schoolwork to bog them down. This gave them a sense of easy sameness. At the same time, when the week was over Crope and Tibbett would leave for the Emerald City. The Circle would grow smaller.
Elphaba and Glinda fell into their school habits. They cuddled in the morning, ate breakfast with the Charmed girls, and then practiced sorcery somewhere secluded around Shiz. Milla and Pfannee joined them as they had not much else better to do. Shenshen did not as she hurried away for fencing practice.
For Boq and Fiyero it was different. The boys decided to spend much time over at Avaric's estate, taking in time with Crope and Tibbett. Neither boy had many acquaintances outside the Circle nor had any of those acquaintances had stayed in Shiz over the summer. As such, they stayed close.
Around lunch time the boys wandered towards Crage Hall grounds. They had decided on having a picnic by the Canal, and were hoping to catch the girls. If they did not, they would not fret. Fiyero split off during their trip to duck into the Emerald Café for a picnic basket. He only had time to whisper a few private words of affection before hurrying after.
The boys found the girls sitting in one of the Circle's many favorite nooks. The girls were grateful for the lunch (even Elphaba). As they munched on the sandwiches and snacks, they chatted about the coming evening.
"So, what is showing at the Concert Hall tonight?" asked Pfannee.
"Phiage's Harmonic in Three Acts." Crope replied. Pfannee's brow furrowed.
"How is it?"
"No idea. But hey, why not give it a shot?" Crope answered with a smile. Pfannee rolled her eyes.
"We could be ridiculously bored."
"That's why I've gotten us a private, partitioned box." Avaric interjected. "In case it is too boring."
"I don't even know what to say to that." Elphaba replied.
"Thank you?" Avaric suggested. Elphaba just shook her head.
"How formal is it again?" asked Milla.
"Very." Replied Tibbett. "So much so that will require stuff shirts, socks, and buckled shoes. The ladies are required head coverings."
"Oh, goodness." Glinda said. "I'll have to pull out my nicest dress."
"I don't think I own a head covering." Elphaba said. The girls turned to look at her.
"Really?" Pfannee asked in disbelief.
"Really. When one is traipsing through the marshes of Quadling County, or the backwoods of Munchkinland, one hardly needs it."
"Then we'll have to go shop for one." Glinda said resoundingly. Elphaba exhaled in distressed.
"We have to go as well. Most of these gentlemen will need finer wear than they have." Avaric said.
"What's wrong with what we have?" Tibbett piped up. Avaric smiled.
"When one is required to meet a minimum standard, just meeting it does not suffice. We will need to go for cravats, shirts, short breeches, and shoes."
"I'd rather wear that than a dress." Mumbled Elphaba. Glinda patted her on the arm in chastisement.
"Where's our missing mistress?" Avaric suddenly asked.
"Off to fencing practice." Grumbled Pfannee.
"Do I hear a bit of jealousy in your voice, Miss Pfann?" Crope teased. She sent him a withering glare.
"Not in the slightest. I just don't think she should be spending so much of her time Oz-knows-where fencing alone." Pfannee sniffed.
"You don't know where she goes?" asked Boq.
"No, and she has the nerve to refuse to tell me." Pfannee declared.
"And why is that?" Fiyero asked.
"I have no idea." Pfannee answered. Fiyero smiled.
"I was not directing my question at you." He said.
"Because I was asked not to, Master Tigelaar;" came Shenshen's voice, "and I take that very seriously."
The brunette had approached when the Circle was engrossed in the conversation. Though she wore a simple dress and chemise, when she moved one could catch glimpses of unlady-like wear underneath. The cloth bag slung over her shoulder and the disapproving minder at her side was another indication of where she came from. Glinda noted her hair was simply pushed under her hat.
"An honorable trait." Fiyero replied. Shenshen smiled. "But is your Ama sworn to the same secrecy?"
"Ama Clipp does not come with me to my sessions. She merely sees me to my coach and back." Shenshen answered. "Hence the disapproving look on her face."
"Well, our gentle swordslady, we were just talking about tonight's festivities. Are you still coming with us?" Tibbett asked.
"Of course." Shenshen replied.
"Now it is very formal, so you must look your best." Crope added.
"I take offense to that comment." Shenshen looked annoyed. "I am quite capable at making myself presentable."
"We' weren't implying you are not, just making sure everyone is aware of the dress code." Crope soothed.
"What time are we meeting?" asked Shenshen as she sat down. Glancing over, she picked up an untouched sandwich off of Pfannee's plate. The blonde glared at her, slightly annoyed.
"Well, we were planning on having a bit of a rest after this before meeting for dinner and then going straight to the Concert Hall." Tibbett answered. Shenshen nodded as she munched on the sandwich.
"Elphaba and I need to go shopping. She needs an appropriate hat." Glinda added. Shenshen nodded at that too before finishing her sandwich and laying her head on Pfannee's lap. The smaller blonde still attempted to glare down at her.
"I think I shall take a nap before we go." Shenshen concluded. Pfannee's face scrunched.
"Here?" the blonde asked.
"No, not here silly." Shenshen giggled. "But that does sound wonderful."
Pfannee snorted but started stroking the brunette's hair anyway. Shenshen sighed in contentment. Glinda, jealous of the attention, cuddled closer to Elphaba. The green girl looked down at the blonde in amusement, but ran long fingers through the back of golden curls nonetheless. Boq smiled at Milla, who smiled back and scooted as close as propriety would allow. Tibbett made a show of flopping onto Crope dramatically. The Circle laughed at the two boys antics as always.
The Circle had gone their different ways after lunch. Glinda took Elphaba shopping, much to the girl's annoyance. She decided to keep it short, and picked out two items in a reasonable amount of time. The first was a sliver net she could gather Elphaba's hair into, and the second was a small, black hat. Much to Glinda's chagrin, it was the only color they had that looked right on Elphaba's head.
The boys were taken shopping also. Avaric dragged them to his favorite tailor and bought them all the accessories they needed. Crope and Tibbett were ecstatic, Boq was embarrassed, and Fiyero kept complaining about the shoes. He did however, like the bottom wear more than the cravat and ruffled shirt he was forced into.
At the appointed time the girls marched out of Crage Hall. As there were less students the group drew particular attention; so much so a figure loomed just inside the gate. The large swaddles of vibrant cloth made the large woman even more imposing. The girls easily identified the woman as their headmistress.
"Why, don't you all look splendid." Morrible said cheerfully. "And where are you girls off to on this charming day?"
"We are headed to dinner and then to the Concert Hall." Glinda answered. The other girls seemed unnerved by the woman, and Elphaba seethed.
"Really? That's an exclusive venue. Who is accompanying you?
"Avaric, future Margreave of Tenmeadows was gracious enough to invite us along. You remember him, Headmistress?"
"Of course! It is wonderful that you all are keeping such prestigious company. If you play your hand right, you will ascend quite far."
There was an undertone only Elphaba and Glinda caught. Before Elphaba could respond, Glinda thanked Morrible and ushered them out the door. The young men were waiting, and even they felt unease at Morrible's gaze. Climbing into the triple cab, the Circle set off to their destination with one last look behind them.
Avaric looked out the window of the small study. An early rain had come and gone, leaving wet stones and a damp smell. After last night's fun, the early morning rain had given the Circle a respite. Avaric had received a note from the girls that they would meet for dinner, but that the rest day would be spent in relaxation. That suited him fine. His father had begun to transfer more of the work of being Margreave to him, hence his attention to matters in the office.
He went back to examine the various accounts and reports from the estate's holdings. Most of them dealt with silent partnerships in various companies: merchants, shipping, mills, mines, and crafts. He skipped the narrative as he knew there was only one thing important: money in was greater that money out. He jotted the summation down onto his own ledger, which would be copied to his father.
Putting aside the numbers, he picked up a stack of papers. These longer documents contained cramped writing from clients of the Margreave. The information within was the latest rumors, happenings, and opportunities that may be of his interest. Scanning them over, he took the worthwhile information and logged into his own letter for his father. He shook his head. His father had let too many opportunities pass by in his complacency. Their presence in the Emerald City had slowly withered away, losing them influence. Avaric determined to correct that oversight. After writing responses to the few clients still left in the City, he turned his thoughts to other regions.
Munchkinland had strong potential. The drought was taking a toll on them and eliminating competition. The notoriously patriotic Munchkinlanders, however, scared most outside investors away. Though it may take a decade of losses, when the drought lifted he could own a significant share of the grain market. However, he needed a strong operator. He had one in mind but needed some more time to see if they were the right person.
Gillikin was fiercely competitive area; in fact, his father had been working resolutely on the fringes to eke out a small advantage (to the detriment of others, Avaric thought). By these reports, everything from Frottica east was firmly in one baron's grasp on another's. His father was focusing on the area bordering the Glikkun, but so was every other baron. Avaric saw there was little information around and westward of Frottica. He wrote another letter requesting more information.
The Vinkus was where his attention went last. None of the Margreave clients had said anything of it nor had Avaric expected them to. Most of Oz wrote the Vinkus off as a savage land full savage people. Avaric knew that was a short sell; the Vinkus was untapped wealth for anyone with a vision. Avaric had that vision, and knew someone else who did also. Both would allow him to gain do what none since the Ozma had done: power from the Vinkus.
"If only the others could see you now; such a serious expression. What are you up to?" Came the deep voice. Avaric looked up at the dark skinned man and smiled.
"You know; taking over Oz." Avaric replied. Looking down, he wrote something quickly. "What's going on with you? I thought you were going to woo your maiden."
"I am." Fiyero replied. "However, to woo a young lady here in Gillikin requires flowers. Since the rain seemed to chase all the flower vendors away, I remembered you always had exquisite examples around."
"Of course." Avaric replied. He scribbled a final note and the stood. "I can do with some beauty after staring at numbers."
Avaric strode by the other man. Fiyero gave one last look at the study before following.
"What were you up to, Avaric?" Fiyero asked.
Avaric did not answer but strolled down the hallway. He stopped a vase full of beautiful flowers of various colors, and then plucked one. He continued the stroll, stopping and plucking flowers along the way. When they got to another study he disappeared in the doorway. Going to a desk, he pulled a roll of paper from a drawer. He paused, and opened another drawer. Finally, he found what he was looking for and pulled out several decorative ribbons and some scissors.
"I was looking over reports from our various clients." Avaric answered as he trussed up the present. "Boring stuff; how much profit is being made, who's sleeping with who; who's up or down in opinion. That sort of thing."
"I see. Important work of a Margreave."
"Part of it, anyway." Avaric replied absentmindedly. "It's what you have, what you know, and-"
"Who you know." Fiyero finished. Avaric smiled.
"You have been paying attention. My father has forgotten to maintain our links in the Emerald City, so I took some action there. I'm also looking at how to expand."
"Oh? You mean into other cities?"
"I mean into other states." Avaric replied. Finished, he held up the bouquet. "Munchkinland is prime pickings right now, and the Vinkus will be a treasure trove for the both of us."
"Quite right." Fiyero replied as he took the bouquet. "Thanks for this."
"Think nothing of it. You have a nice day."
"What are you going to do?"
"Relax. I haven't had time for a good sit for awhile."
"Take care, Avaric."
"Be safe, Fiyero."
"Rae, let's go get lunch somewhere." Glinda said. The two were cuddled close in bed.
"Where would you like to go?"
"How about the Emerald Café?"
"Are you looking for food, or something else?"
"I don't know what you mean. But let's go for I am terribly hungry."
The two girls dressed and left Crage. After a short cab ride they were walking into the Emerald Café. Less lively than during the school year, there were still a few patrons. One in particular caught their attention. He had noticed them when they came in the door, and gave them a small wave. Glinda had waved back and they made their way to him.
"Nice to see you, Misses Glinda and Elphaba." Fiyero said.
"You as well, Fiyero." Elphaba replied. She looked around. "Not much business today."
"An idle summer Tuesday does not often have much." Came a soft timbre behind them. Both girls turned to see Corvus walk up. The young man looked stark as usual with his pale skin and dark hair. "How may I help you?"
"Oh! I haven't had time to look at the menu." Glinda said. "Can I get some tea for the moment?"
"Same here as well." Elphaba agreed. Corvus nodded and went to fetch it.
"So, what brings you to the Café?" Fiyero asked. "Just getting food?"
"Yes. I was hungry and we had not been here in awhile." Glinda replied. "Should I ask you the same, or is it the obvious?"
"I was hoping for a picnic, today, but the weather ruined that. Instead I was looking for at least a walk but I seem to be gaining no ground there."
"Oh?"
"Yes. It would apparently be in poor form." Fiyero said heavily.
"As it would." Came the voice again. Corvus appeared and down two cups "Your tea. Have you decided on an order?"
"Tea will be fine for us." Elphaba interjected before Glinda could answer. "While I understand the need for consistency, a period of rest is needed to make the most of any purpose."
"With such small margins there is no time for rest." Corvus replied
"It would cost more to stay open than it would to close for just this once." Elphaba rebutted. Corvus gave Fiyero a dark look.
"You put her up to this?" his voice rose slightly. Fiyero held his hands up.
"I did nothing of the sort."
"You know I am right." Elphaba continued.
"I agree with your logic but financially it is not doable."
"I'm sure you would not have to worry about the financials."
"Fine! You win." Corvus said, voice rising even higher. He looked at Fiyero. "Can you close up?"
"Of course." Fiyero replied, getting up.
Elphaba dug out some money to pay the man. Corvus gave them their change, and then went up a nearby set of stairs. Fiyero was beaming as he brought in meal billboard, flipped the open sign, and put dishes away. Elphaba and Glinda sat in silence as they watched. When they were finished with their tea, he took that also. Glinda gave him a happy smile as the pair left and he returned it.
Fiyero walked through Shiz' park. Arm linked through his, Cora walked with him. The tall, pale girl had her raven hair pulled back into a simple bun. They walked in mostly silence, enjoying each other's company. However, Fiyero knew something else was on her mind.
"If it is really troublesome, we can go back." Fiyero said evenly. Cora gave him a hard look.
"First you want me out, now you want to go back; make up your mind, oh Great Hunter." She replied.
"That's what Elphaba calls me sometimes." Fiyero said with a slow smile. "When did you hear that?"
"When you took me to that year end party. She was teasing you about something." Cora replied.
"And now you want to tease me too?" Fiyero asked jovially.
"I think it is my right, as I understand how this relationship process works." Cora replied. Fiyero felt a pang of nervousness at the comment.
"Yes, it is." Fiyero agreed. "It was just strange to hear it coming from you. For a moment I had worried that I started dating Miss Elphaba's copy."
"Oh?" Cora arched an eyebrow. "Are you trying to tell me something?"
"No!" Fiyero quickly corrected. "While Miss Elphaba is a remarkable woman I do not think any relationship between us would ever last. Besides, she has found herself with Miss Glinda."
"Yes, that was quite an interesting choice." Cora said thoughtfully. "I for one would have never made the same."
"Oh?" Fiyero probed jovially. "Are you trying to tell me something, Miss Cora?"
"I do not place such weight upon a person's genitalia so as to dismiss them as a suitable match." Cora answered, "In regards to Miss Glinda: she is a smart, talented young woman who seems to be genuinely good and fun to be around. However, I could not see her more than a friend."
"Yet she is the much more of the agreeable of the two."
"True; but she is also the less direct of the two. Miss Elphaba may hide her intent through riddles and silence, but she never lies. Miss Glinda begins manipulating the second you lay eyes on her; sooner, in fact, if you have heard of her."
"You just said she was s good person." Pointed out Fiyero.
"Manipulating people does not preclude you from being a good person." Counted Cora. "We all manipulate each other, whether we know it or not. Miss Glinda is simply more conscious and masterful of it. Whereas Miss Elphaba will confront you with an issue head on and give you the chance to rebut her, Glinda will spin and charm you until you thought it was your opinion all along. Miss Elphaba is about the reasoning; Glinda is about the end results."
"An interesting observation. I guess I could agree with you, but with a minor modification. Miss Elphaba tries to accomplish goals the way things should be while Miss Glinda tries to accomplish her goals the way things are."
"To echo you: an interesting observation. Inevitably, Miss Elphaba will have to change to get what she wants accomplished. One can only push back against the way things are so much before they will crumble."
"Do not let her hear you say that; she will talk your ear off."
"Too true."
"But enough about other women. I prefer to focus on only one." Fiyero said.
"Do you?" asked Cora. "You seem to have a lot of females floating in your circle. Some of which seem to have an attraction towards you."
"Are you asking me if I have been faithful?" Fiyero stopped and looked at her.
"I'll admit to having the thoughts. I know you are an honorable man but I also know I do not have the time to give you the attention you deserve." Cora stated softly.
"I have not gone on a date nor had any other attention since I officially asked to court you." Fiyero answered. Cora eyebrow tweaked.
"That was quiet interesting. The flowers were nice; the declaration was a bit long winded and rehearsed."
"I suppose I could have gone with the traditional Vinkun courtship dance clothed in only the animals I've killed and the wealth I've acquired."
"While an interesting sight, I'm sure my neighbors would not have approved."
"They probably would have called the constable."
"True."
They were silent for a moment. Fiyero knew he should tell her but did not want this moment to end Instead he turned and led them on their way again.
"We are going to see some bands play tonight at Scholar's Hill. I would love it if you could join me." Fiyero said.
"I'd love to." Replied Cora.
The two continued their walk, basking in the blissful moment.
The next day brought a constant light drizzle. Elphaba's mood fouled, but Glinda managed to keep it from going to poor. The two cuddled in the room practicing sorcery, only venturing out to grab breakfast and lunch from the Crage cafeteria. The desolate halls seemed eerie to the two.
As they returned from lunch a package was leaned against their door. The package was simple brown paper tied with twine. Elphaba looked at Glinda, who shrugged. Cautiously bending down to pick it up, Elphaba saw it was addressed to her. The package itself was quite pliable. Elphaba frowned.
After the entered the room, Elphaba dropped the package on the bed. She stared at it as if hoping to cause it to confess its purpose. Glinda sat impatiently on her own, waiting for Elphaba to do something. The emerald girl continued to examine it intensely.
"Well?" Glinda finally asked.
"Well what?" asked Elphaba, her concentration seemingly unbroken.
"Are you going to open it?"
"I don't even know what it is, or who could have sent it."
"There's only one way to find out. Open it. It isn't going to kill you."
"You cannot prove that."
"Fine. Then I'll open." Glinda said and hoped off the bed. One long emerald arm blocked her path.
"No. I'll open it."
Elphaba cautiously moved forward and pulled at the twine. It easily came apart and the brown paper began to unfurl. It revealed a note, and more paper. Elphaba picked up the note, read it, snorted, and handed it to Glinda. The blonde drank in the impressive penmanship.
Miss Elphaba,
In regards to your comments the other day, please find enclosed my gift. It should do nicely, but I did have to guess.
Truly,
Avaric, (f.) Margreave of Tenmeadows.
Glinda turned back to see Elphaba pulling out a charcoal grey coat with silver piping. Underneath it was a man's shirt, vest, and cravat, along with a pair of long socks, and buckled shoes. Glinda wrinkled her nose but did not miss the gleam in Elphaba's eye.
"Really, you can't be thinking of actually wearing this, can you?" Glinda asked.
Elphaba only smiled and began to wiggle out of her frock. Glinda huffed, but would take any excuse to see Elphaba with fewer clothes. As the emerald girl began to pull the frock over her head, the blonde grinned wickedly and pounced. Elphaba let out a cry of surprise and tumbled backwards with the blonde on top. Glinda was determined to get Elphaba's mind off the outfit. By and large, she succeeded.
"It was nice to see Miss Cora with Fiyero last night." Glinda said as she was getting dressed for the Opera. "She seemed really happy."
"That she did, my sweet." Elphaba replied from behind Glinda. The blonde grew curious about the distracted tone of her girlfriend's voice. Turning, she saw the girl wiggling into a pair of breeches. She already had the shirt and socks on. "What are you doing?"
"Getting dressed."
"You cannot be seriously thinking about going like that."
"Thinking? Of course not. Going." Elphaba replied as she buttoned the pants. She frowned at the lack of belt, but grabbed a piece of cord lying around and used it.
"Elphaba."
"Glinda."
"Elphaba, I'm serious."
"Glinda: so am I."
"You're going to look like a man!" Glinda cried. Elphaba turned a toothy smile.
"I know. Won't it be wonderful?"
Glinda gave sigh of exasperation but acquiesced. Elphaba beamed at her as she wound the cravat around her neck and picked up the vest. Glinda came over as Elphaba struggled with putting it on. Helping the girl slip into it, she began to button it down. It gave her an unexpected pleasure to help Elphaba put on a man's clothes; perhaps it fulfilled one of her many fantasies of helping her husband.
Soon, the two had finished dressing the girl. Elphaba looked proud, slightly puffing up her chest and strutting a bit. Glinda giggled but noticed something missing. Grabbing a ribbon, she pulled Elphaba's hair back into a low ponytail.
"Now, Master Thropp, I need to get ready." Glinda affected.
Elphaba leaned down to steal a kiss but Glinda leaned away.
"Master Thropp, just what kind of lady do you think I am?" Glinda said scandalized. Elphaba stepped forward but Glinda skipped away. "Master Thropp, please. I am a proper lady. I shall be chaste."
Elphaba growled and advanced. Glinda giggled and coyly moved away. Elphaba gave chase hungrily.
"What are you wearing?" asked Pfannee shocked after Elphaba helped Glinda down from the couch. "I honestly thought Glinda had brought some man with her until you turned around."
"It was a gift; I would not be so rude as to not use it." Elphaba replied.
"Whoever they were they had impeccable taste." Avaric said as he strode up. Elphaba rolled her eyes. "But he was missing two things."
"Oh?" Elphaba played along.
"Yes. The first is a hat. Lucky enough I bought one that caught my eye on the way here but no longer fancy it." Avaric continued and held out tricorn hat with silver piping. Elphaba took it and placed it on her head. "Perfect."
"And the other?" Elphaba asked. Avaric's smile grew wider.
"A flower." He answered and held out a yellow chrysanthemum. Elphaba took it and examined it.
"I don't know if I want to look more…floral." Elphaba stated hesitantly. Avaric tutted.
"You need some color to break up the overall darkness. Don't you agree, Miss Glinda?"
"Perfectly." Glinda answered. She gently took the flower from her girlfriend's hands and pinned it to the jackets lapel. "Now, shall we go?"
The Circle entered the Opera House with very little fanfare. The doorman checked their tickets and led them off towards a private room. A minute after he disappeared, another service boy appeared to ask them if they needed anything. They did not and he once again retreated. After another minute, a well dressed man came in.
"Margreave, it is an honor to see you." The man said, and took Avaric's hand with a bow. Avaric smiled.
"Not so yet, Alanso. My father is still Margreave. I am simply just another rich boy."
"Hardly." Alanso scoffed. "I hear you're making an entrance onto the Shiz social circuit with fine grace. And my even sharper ears tell me you're doing the same in business circles."
"Those are sharp ears." Avaric said cautiously, smile still in place. "But let me introduce you to my friends."
"It would be an honor. I have heard much about them."
"This here is Master Tigelaar, Crown Prince of the Arjiki." Avaric started with Fiyero. Alanso shook his hand with no hesitation.
"Master Bfeeson of Rush Margins and his date Miss Milla." Avaric introduced next. Alanso greeted them both warmly.
"Masters Crope and Tibbett, both of the Emerald City."
"Misses Pfann of Munchkinland and Minkos of Gillikin."
"And finally, Master Thropp, Eminent Third Descending, and Miss Arduenna of Upland near Frottica."
"How are you." Alanso greeted. He looked at Elphaba wearily. "I thought the Eminence was matrilineal?"
"Unless there are no female children in the line of succession." Elphaba answered in a low voice. It was still high for a man but low enough to avoid suspicion.
"Ah. Well, it is a pleasure to have all of you here. I hope you enjoy the performance tonight."
"Thank you, Alanso. I have no doubt we will." Avaric replied. The man bowed once more and retreated.
"Master Thropp?" asked Milla. Avaric smiled at her.
"Of course. Why break the illusion? Besides, it would not be proper for a Margreave to be seen with a cross dressing green woman." Avaric answered.
"Then why send it to her at all?" asked Glinda. Avaric laughed.
"Because it would be no fun otherwise!" Avaric looked at Elphaba. "Are you offended?"
"Of course not. Thank you for the gift, by the way."
"Think nothing of it. Now, let's go get our seats; the show is about to start."
This chapter covers the dates of the 22nd to 24th of Wanespring.