Chapter 63. Insanity
Rifiuto: Non Miniera
War waged on.
By the time it ended, the Vinkus had lost only a quarter of the men that had fought. The Maserhums lost more casualties than any of the other tribes combined, and soon gave in to signing the treaty.
Liir went off to war and returned, a hero like the other men of the Vinkus.
And, once everything had calmed down, they resumed their search for Fae. Every kept a close eye on Elphaba, who seemed more and more focused on getting her daughter back, even at the expense of her own sanity.
"Fae, you have to stop, mi amata. You're going to make yourself sick." Fiyero told her, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to him. She removed her reading glasses and leaned into him, her eyes closing instinctively, as his lips found her neck.
"I have to find Fae. I can't quit, I can't loose my daughter." She whispered, pulling away and getting up. She moved to the window, where rain threw itself against it, as if trying to get in. "I need to find her, I need to bring her home."
"Elphie, you'll never find Fae if you don't take care of yourself." Glinda said.
"Your Majesty? Perhaps a cup of tea would relax you." Janseta suggested, coming up behind her. Elphaba turned to look at her, and shook her head.
"No. I....I don't want tea, I don't want food, I don't want sleep! I want my daughter! I desire my daughter!" Elphaba screamed, grabbing her hair. She backed away from Janseta, stumbled, and fell over a couple of books laying on the floor. Fiyero looked up to see his wife sitting on the library floor, sobbing.
"Fae." Quickly, he rushed over and knelt next to her, holding her in his arms. Liir watched, as his mother gave in to the insanity that plaqued her years after her days at Shiz.
By the time bed time rolled around, she'd cried herself to sleep, and Fiyero scooped his wife up into his arms. Everyone watched as Fiyero carried his wife upstairs to bed.
"He's so tender with her." Candle ovbserved.
Liir nodded.
"He loves her."