"Fae?" Fiyero asked Elphaba in the sorcery tower.

"Yes, Yero?" She called back from the center of the room, where she was working on magicking a broom.

"I was wondering if we could maybe take a break from all this magic stuff and go outside or something."

"After I finish this-"

"You've been working on that broom for ages!" He interrupted her.

"I know, perfection takes time," she told him with a sense of finality.

"At least let me help," he walked behind her and took their hands so they were one and fluidly moved through the movements of the spell.

He and Elphaba kept muttering words that were apart of the spell in an almost inaudible tone, but also let the volume of their voices grow until they were in a tone just above normal. Just as Elphaba let the final word in the final verse leave her lips delicately, the broom began to hover moving upright, higher and higher, until it was the perfect height to grab. Elphaba indeed grabbed it, she let her emerald fingers wrap around the worn handle.

She just turned to grin goofily at Fiyero, he stood stock still, not believing that they had actually managed to do something right with magic. He took the broom from her and just held it, looking at the seemingly ordinary broom.

"Now we can go," Elphaba smiled smugly.

"Fae, you are too good."

"No, I'm not," she looked at him like he was crazy.

She changed the topic of their conversation,

"Now we can go out of this musty room."

"I vote that we go on a picnic," Fiyero said matter of factly, "I'll get the servants to pack us something."

In a number of minutes, Fiyero and Elphaba were standing at the edge of the large window in the astronomy tower. They both hesitated slightly, but Elphaba finally sat on the front of the broom, forcing Fiyero to follow suit. In an instant, they bounded forward and out the window, immediately she took control of the broom, first awkwardly, then as smoothly as if she had ridden a broom her whole life. Kiamo Ko seemed even more astounding from the change of perspective. The Thousands Years Grassland seemed like a golden carpet under the castle from this distance. It made Elphaba almost want to leap from the broom and let herself fall and softly bounce against the grassy plain. But Fiyero breathing on her neck nervously behind her kept her head up of the clouds.

"That looks like a good spot," Fiyero said after a few more minutes of flying.

The particular spot Fiyero had picked was almost perfect, definitely tall grass blocked out where the sun was at this time perfectly, but still let enough light in the particular spot that it was pleasantly warm.

"You sure do know this place like the palm of your hand," Elphaba told him, impressed.

"Hunting here for the entire whole of your life does given you a bit of an advantage," Fiyero admitted.

Elphaba gave them a bit of a rough descent, it was incredibly bumpy and slower than intended, but eventually, they had a non graceful landing. Instead of casually touching the ground, the broom threw Elphaba off, but luckily not in the mud, but in the soft grass. They had what was, a wonderful afternoon together, it was too perfect to be true.

"Yero?" Elphaba said, turning to look at Fiyero from where she was laying on his stomach.

"Mmm?" He answered, half asleep.

"I was wondering, I heard you talk about this before a bit, but...who is your sister. Your older sister?"

Fiyero stiffened, Elphaba could feel him stop pulling his fingers through her thick hair. She was pushed off his stomach and faced by him.

"Excuse me? Who ever said I had an older sister?"

"It's just-"

"No you're assuming things, as usual. Even if I did have a sister, why would I tell you? You're supposed to be my whore. I don't even trust you, I've just pretended to like you."

"Yero-"

"SHUT UP YOU BITCH, WHEN YOU WERE BORN THAT GREEN SHIT THAT MADE YOUR SKIN GREEN MUST HAVE AFFECTED YOUR BRAIN."

Fiyero was furious, he couldn't control what he was saying, even though what he said, he regretted immediately. It hurt him to see how much Elphaba had grown into him, she looked like a broken piece of glass. Elphaba collapsed on the ground in a pile of anguish and tears, her sobbing echoed throughout the entire valley.

"We need some time apart," Fiyero said almost robotically, "I'm going to the Emerald City for a few weeks, maybe when I get back, I'll-" his voice broke, "I'll be ready to explain."

"If you think that's best," Elphaba answered coldly, having stood up and was looking emptily at the ground.

"Fae-"

"It's Elphaba."