"Hello Selky," Curyn muttered coldly as she entered the dorm.
"Hello," the raven haired student replied curtly, not looking up from the bookshelf she was arranging.
"Ugh," her strawberry blonde roommate groaned. "Books."
"Excuse me," Selky snapped, whirling around. "Do you have a problem with my reading preferences?"
"No," Curyn responded. "It's reading I have a problem with."
"You seem to have a problem with a lot of things," Selky growled.
***
A brilliant noon sun blazed down on the vast deserts surrounding all of Oz. Despite the fact that savage wind wracked the harsh sand into stinging clouds there was life stirring on the surface of the boiling earth. Several enormous tents hid an army from the power of the fiery golden orb above. Though the citizens of Oz believed the deserts to be uncrossable certain civilizations survived in the empty expanses of ever moving sand. To these people the grassy, fertile territory of Oz was a trophy to be won by brutal conquest; they would give everything to posses it. Unfortunately leaderless nomads hadn't a chance at beating Oz's well trained army. What they needed was someone to lead them; someone who understood Oz's inner workings. That someone was coming.
***
The day of the wedding had arrived. Though Elphaba found it redundant and pointless Glinda's jubilant mood forced excitement into her veins. As promised the blonde had chosen a black wedding dress. It was ruffled and graceful, flowing over the green woman's curves like liquid midnight. Elphaba sat through the longest makeover she'd ever endured with uncharacteristic patience.
"Whatcha thinking about?" the blonde wondered.
"Everything."
"Everything?" There was a moment of stillness. "Elphie are you crying?"
"No," the witch fibbed, biting her lip.
"Don't you dare smudge your makeup!" Glinda shrieked.
"Sorry," Elphaba snuffled. "I guess it just all hit me at once. A year ago I thought I'd never see you again. Now you're helping me get ready to wed the most perfect man in all of Oz. This is so much more than I ever dared to hope for." Again silence reigned. "Sorry; I'm being an emotional wreck." The conversation continued to hang emptily. "If you cry too I swear I'll throttle you."
"I'm not crying," Glinda insisted, squinting against the tears.
"Good," the green girl growled. "You'd better not."
"I won't." The tense stillness erupted into girlish giggles. "Finished," the petite witch announced, wheeling a gilded, full length mirror from the corner. As Elphaba stood before the reflective surface she averted her full brown eyes. "Why Miss Elphaba look at you," Glinda whispered, jerking her friend's chin upwards. "You're beautiful." Drops of moisture leaked from the blonde's eyes.
When the green girl looked up she saw, perhaps for the first time, that her best friend was right. She was, in her own odd, unique way, beautiful. In fact, at this moment, Elphaba could only be described as stunning. Her gorgeous hair waved into a waterfall of onyx silk. The dress was sophisticated yet infinitely elegant; it framed her like perfect black flower petals. "Something's missing," the witch announced, gliding towards a nearby dresser.
"What could possibly be missing?" Glinda demanded as her friend rifled through a drawer. "You look am-a-zing."
"This is missing." Elphaba turned around to reveal a perfectly round pink flower cupped in the palm of her hand. It took Glinda a moment to recognize the pin she'd given her roommate all those years ago.
"You kept it?"
"Of course," the emerald witch chuckled. "Pink goes good with green."
***
Though the surrounding room was crammed with more people than Elphaba cared to think about she was only aware of Fiyero. The music swelled and the witch moved slowly forward. As Elphaba reached her soon to be husband she noticed that the Winkie's hands were twisted behind his back, as if he were hiding something. She quirked an eyebrow and his smile expanded into a full blown grin. Ceremoniously Fiyero pulled out a familiar conical, black hat and set it atop his bride's head, careful not to disturb the pink flower pin. "I should've brought your scarecrow clothes," Elphaba whispered as she and the Winkie turned to face the altar. He elbowed her gently and Glinda frowned with mild distaste at the improper gesture.
For Elphaba the formal words passed in a blur until one final vow stood between them. "Do you take this woman to be your wife?"
"I do."
"Do you take this man to be your husband?"
"I do."
"I now pronounce you husband and wife." Without waiting for permission Fiyero swept Elphaba into his arms and planted a passionate kiss firmly on her lips.
***
Glinda, Selky, Caya, Brrr, and Boq watched happily as the new couple rode off into the night on Elphaba's signature broomstick. Several pairs of the green glasses given to tourists in the Emerald City had been tied to the back along with a 'just married' sign.
Yeah I know that chapter was cheesy, cute and plotless but now that the wedding chapter is out of the way things will start to get more adventure-ish (yes I know that isn't a word…)
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