Chapter 45. Pruned Bush

Rifiuto: Non Miniera

"So, what do we have so far?" Elphaba asked, sighing.

"We have a spell, but no idea where she is." Boq told her.

"She couldn't have gone to the future? Could she?" Anakin asked, looking back and forth between her mother and her aunt.

"We don't know. We only knew your Aunt Fabla went to the future after she told us. But, before, we didn't know where she was." Nessa said.

Elphaba sipped her tea.

"So, where do we go from here?" Makinla asked, flipping through another book.

Fiyero shrugged.

"I don't know." Gently, he rubbed his wife's shoulders. The others could tell Elphaba had had a rough night. She looked horrible.

"Elphie? When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?" Glinda asked.

"A couple days, maybe a week....ago." She replied. "Why?"

"Because, honey, I hate to say it, but you look like a bush that still needs to be pruned." Elphaba sighed. Everyone waited for the snide remark, but none came.

"I feel like a bush that needs to be pruned. And, maybe wacked down to my roots." She said, yawning.