Fiyero was covered in mud. Having to ride in places where the cobblestone bricks that covered the roads had broken apart let the mud his horse's hooves were flinging up get caught on his expensive garments. Wiping a clot of mud out of his dark hair, Fiyero sighed. He was thinking about what just happened and how much he wished he had tried to stop it instead of sitting all high and mighty like on his horse.
Turning down a bend on the road, Fiyero took a document out of his travel worn saddlebag. Glancing down at it, Fiyero realized he was drawing near the girl's home. Looking at the surrounding house's with their addresses painted on their door's, he finally saw the numbers 2304 faintly on a dark green door that barely was hanging on its hinges.
Fiyero pulled Midnight in a sudden lurch into the house's grassy front yard, galloping between two guards. Noticing the sudden change in direction, two of the four guards dismounted of their horses and followed the prince across the dewy grass. The other two guards waited impatiently on their already antsy horses, walking them in circles up and down the road.
The heavy dew on the luscious green grass started to leek through Fiyero's leather soled boots. Finally reaching the worn front door, he held his hand up in a fist to knock, hesitation suddenly plaguing his mind. For the first time after seeing this girls house, Fiyero took it all in, everything of what he was about to start and finish. But one thing bothered him the most. His mother, bless her heart, told him that this girl was supposed to be the governor of Munchkinland, the Eminent Thropp. This girl lived in obvious poverty. Dismissing the thought, Fiyero focused back on what he was doing.
Banging his fist on the door, letting a hollow knock echo from where he hit, Fiyero took a step back. He bit his lip yet again while he waited for someone to answer. The door opened a crack, enough for him to see the small face of a young girl. Her eyes shinned in a way he had never seen before, her brown pupils were enveloped in a yellow tangy splash of color. The girl's lip quivered slightly, as she brushed a lock of straight brown hair that had fallen out of her headband.
"Are you Elphaba Thropp?" Fiyero asked sternly, putting more force into it than he wanted.
Quickly and awkwardly the girl slammed the door shut in his face, leaving him stunned. Fiyero turned around, glancing down at the weather worn doorstep. He heard the door open again and looked over his shoulder to be face by an angry emerald girl. If looks could kill, she would be the first to do it.
"Are you Elphaba Thropp?" Fiyero asked weakly, afraid of being melted by this girl's fierce gaze.
"Yes, and you are?" the girl replied strongly, clearly stating that she was the dominant one.
"I am Prince Fiyero of Vinkus."
"Oh, is that supposed to impress me?"
"A little bit," Fiyero said a bit sheepishly, having seen that Elphaba was not easily intimidated.
"Falaba, who is that at the door?" a great booming voice asked from inside the house. Fiyero noticed that Elphaba cringed a little bit of what looked like fear. Maybe this girl did have a weak point, unlike Fiyero thought until now.
In an awkward jerky movement, Elphaba cringed her shoulders and her head, making an awful face for a moment. Returning to her sullen grimace, Elphaba opened the door wider for Fiyero, and walked away, disappearing around a corner. Hesitantly, Fiyero followed.
