Spell 21 .: Elphaba :. No one mourns the wicked [In person]//backdated? After she's spoken to Mamimi
[For anyone near the forest, they might see randomly fiery blasts appearing in the spaces between tree's. If not, they may hear faint, anguished cries. The sort of noises one might make if they'd had an emotional bombshell dropped on them, and they're unure of how to react. Not knowing whether or not to cry, or scream and destroy things. If anyone were to investigate, they'd see a small clearing where the surrounding tree's have large scorch marks up them,. The grass is black and charred, any surrounding greenery burned away. And in the middle, is stood Elphaba. She's just stood stock still, her burned hands shaking as she breathes heavily.
He was gone.
She looks up at the dim sky, then around her at the destruction she'd caused, stopping when she see's the one patch of grass left alive. Ontop of it lay her book of spells, and the sight of it made her sick to her stomach. She didn't know what to do with herself, or what to do next. She paces a little, her hands on her face, trying to stop herself from crying; and failing at that. The moisture stung her face, but by now she was utterly beyond caring. She takes a few more steps, before stumbling a little, but letting herself go to her knee's. As if that small action tipped her over the edge, she lets out a small cry, which soon became full out sobbing.
The last thing she'd said to him, or rather, the last conversation they'd had was far from friendly. She'd been cruel, she's said things she hadn't meant in the slightest, and now she wouldn't have the chance to apologise. She'd never see him again; she hadn't even been there for him when he'd needed her...
It hurt far, far more than she'd anticipated, not that she'd anticipated him even getting injured. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. It shouldn't have happened at all. And now it was too late.]
((FYI, She doesn't know that Piccolo will be back soon, hence all the angst 8Dd))