[Thread] I'm Not in Oz Anymore
Characters: Elphaba (OU), OPEN
Where: Plaza
When: After this journal entry.
Summary: The old meet and greet. New thread for new chars, or ninja in on her meeting someone else (with permission, please).
Warnings: Wicked Witchy-ness.
The witch sat in the dirt, completely oblivious to the damage the dusty ground did to her black and weather-worn clothing. Not that there was much left to be done to the rain and travel-stained cloak, the simple dress of maunt design that was crafted in ebony layers to hide the sin of body. Her broom lay at her side, a dusty tool now covered in the dirt it was meant to sweep - but it was never used for that homely purpose anymore. Obediently it lay on the road, but there was an energy about the long twisted handle and honey-oat hued straws at its base. It was eager to fly again, it always was.
Her green skin was apparent against the cold drabness of her surroundings, like a leafling just budding amidst the chill whiteness of winter. She had avoided the soft drifts of snow completely when she had chosen this spot to set down the heavy book before her. Now there was a power growing around her crouched body, an intense pressure in the air as her long-nailed fingers traced reverently the lines upon the page. Her voice was thick and deep, chanting up something from the depths of the forbidden Grimmerie from another world. She needed to see where she was, to find out the purpose behind the glowing lights in the sky.
Her earthy eyes strained towards the heavens as she let the last line of the forgotten hymn trail from her lips. The pressure still remained in the air, pregnant with possibility and purpose. Then the climate descended, and the waiting presence popped like a soap bubble. Elphaba’s eyes widened in surprise, and she stared about her with new-found knowledge in her earthy gaze. “The world of the Wizard.” She whispered softly, then stood to confirm her findings with any that had gathered at the draw of the sorceries energies she had unleashed.
Where: Plaza
When: After this journal entry.
Summary: The old meet and greet. New thread for new chars, or ninja in on her meeting someone else (with permission, please).
Warnings: Wicked Witchy-ness.
The witch sat in the dirt, completely oblivious to the damage the dusty ground did to her black and weather-worn clothing. Not that there was much left to be done to the rain and travel-stained cloak, the simple dress of maunt design that was crafted in ebony layers to hide the sin of body. Her broom lay at her side, a dusty tool now covered in the dirt it was meant to sweep - but it was never used for that homely purpose anymore. Obediently it lay on the road, but there was an energy about the long twisted handle and honey-oat hued straws at its base. It was eager to fly again, it always was.
Her green skin was apparent against the cold drabness of her surroundings, like a leafling just budding amidst the chill whiteness of winter. She had avoided the soft drifts of snow completely when she had chosen this spot to set down the heavy book before her. Now there was a power growing around her crouched body, an intense pressure in the air as her long-nailed fingers traced reverently the lines upon the page. Her voice was thick and deep, chanting up something from the depths of the forbidden Grimmerie from another world. She needed to see where she was, to find out the purpose behind the glowing lights in the sky.
Her earthy eyes strained towards the heavens as she let the last line of the forgotten hymn trail from her lips. The pressure still remained in the air, pregnant with possibility and purpose. Then the climate descended, and the waiting presence popped like a soap bubble. Elphaba’s eyes widened in surprise, and she stared about her with new-found knowledge in her earthy gaze. “The world of the Wizard.” She whispered softly, then stood to confirm her findings with any that had gathered at the draw of the sorceries energies she had unleashed.