The doorbell rang, and Elphaba let Moragen in, the two girls chatting excitedly about randomly pointless things. Elphaba led her straight to the room she and Nessa shared and started showing her favorite dolls.
"This is my doll," Elphaba held up a doll with long black hair and skin carefully dyed green with a pot of ink. "And this is Nessie." Elphaba showed a girl with brown hair in a wood-and-wire chair. "I made the chair myself. Father has a doll, but his doesn't really look like him." She held up a doll with most of its hair cut off with scissors to imitate her father's bald head, but the haircut was rather crude, leaving tufts of hair. Nessa wheeled into the room, but stayed at the edge, not making a sound. She wished she could join the two girls, but felt so incredibly shy. Watching her sister babble on constantly to the Moragen's listening ears made her feel insecure, as if conversation would hurt her. After watching her sister and her friend for a few minutes, she left to the only place she felt really secure- the family library.