Despite their most recent death, Elphaba decided to move forward; living in Munchkinland came with challenges, abliet one being a tall, greenified beast.
"Oz, The Great And Powerful wizard is one to behold!"
"He'll give you all you desire and more!"
"They say he's built a marvelous academy where individuals can hone their abilities..."
She heard constant whispers about said school for years. Yes, Munckinland was indeed colorful and spacious, but comments made in ire caused everything to fall moot. The woman wasn't miniscule. Nor boisterous. Or ethereal.
She'd remained viridescent since birth and nothing would change that. So why not write to Madam Morrible herself?
"What's this?"
Frexpar, Elphaba's disapproving High Priest of a father, loomed over her. Whilst she stretched across a long mound of grass, fingering another letter that would probably go unanswered.
"Correspondence."
He tutted in disappoinment.
"You actually believe he'll respond?"
"Not the wizard, of course. Madam-"
"Whoever it may be... Forget this nonsense. You..."
Oh. Frexpar didn't need to continue: the guy wished for his less desirable child to be at fault. He thought her to be Niccaroses's murderer.
"I didn't kill Necca, father. I love her..."
"Loved. You loved. Unfortunately she is gone now. I must get back to caring for munckins. They'll be wondering..."
Without bothering to go on, he triasped away, leaving Elphaba to grim thoughts. Yes. They would wonder where he went.