Fiyero leaned over to guide Elphaba's hands to his face, letting her fingers trace the diamonds tattooed on his cheeks. His own hands touched her neck, tenderly at first, then with more pressure as he started to massage her. Elphaba moaned in response, letting Fiyero take over her every sense.

Her lips crashed into his neck, temporarily pushing him away from her neck. Gasping for air, Fiyero let his hands drag down her back, quick at first, but slower as he did it a second time. Elphaba all of a sudden felt a burn, pain was dragging through her, making her scream for help as she realized Fiyero was causing it. Elphaba flailed her arms, trying to push him off her. She realized she was melting, her whole body seemingly on fire.

"Elphaba, what in the name of Lurlinemas has gotten into you?" Fiyero cried as he vigorously shook the green girl.

Elphaba looked at Fiyero, her stinging brown eyes full of fear. Quickly, Elphaba looked around herself, taking in her current situation. The bedroll she had been sleeping on was pushed away, now crumpled in the corner. The cool grass that had been beneath her bedroll had been torn up by her thrashing. Fiyero, who had been sleeping in the same tent, was still in his pajamas, a long white shirt that went almost to his knees.

Relief crossed her face as Elphaba realized it was all a dream, that her and Fiyero had still yet never done anything intimate together.

Elphaba took note that it was still wee hours in the morning, a faint darkness still could be seen through a gap in the canvas tent. The stars had started to dot out though, one by one until the sky was clear.

Pulling her knees close to her chest, Elphaba sat up and rubbed her temples with a hard pressure until dark splotches were visible in her line of sight. Looking again at Fiyero, Elphaba saw his lips were a unusual pale color. That signified to Elphaba that her vivid dream must have frightened Fiyero more than it did her. But, as Elphaba started to reprimand herself, she thought that there was no way someone like Fiyero would ever care for her well being. Resigning to this conclusion, Elphaba pulled on the iron toed boots that sat by the tent flap, and left the tent in a haste.

The wind tore at Elphaba's legs, the cotton shirt that served as her pajamas only reached her knees, and left her calves and lower arms exposed. Having not yet done her usual plait of braids down the back of her head, Elphaba's hair was trying to lift and flutter in the wind but not being able to because it had grown too thick and heavy. Elphaba pulled her wire rimmed glasses out of her shirt pocket and set them delicately on the tip of her nose, finally taking her first real view of the valley the Vinkus guards had camped on.

She couldn't deny that the Vinkus valley she was standing in was absolutely stunning, it would be impossible to. Once the sun had risen, Elphaba knew the grass that looked dead now, would come seemingly alive, catching the sun's rays with every motion in the wind. It would look like strands of thin gold soon. She racked her brain trying to think of what this place was called, pondering for minutes until it finally came to her.

"The Thousand Year Grassland," Elphaba yelled in a sing song voice, unable to control her joy at last.

"What are you doing?" Fiyero questioned, a look of utter confusion crossing his face as he opened the tent flap to find Elphaba singing the name of the large valley they were traveling through.

Elphaba's cheeks glistened a deep crimson, she knew that Fiyero thought she was a quiet, creepy type, not the free spirit that her personality really was. But it was safer that way, she reasoned. The less Fiyero knew, the better.

Loosing the blush in her cheeks, Elphaba refused to meet Fiyero's now laughing eyes as she stormed by him into the tent.