That old black magic has me in a spell!
WHO: Elphaba {greenified_life}, Zexion {book_of_mirage
WHAT: A discussion of books and sorcery and science...
WHERE: The Pen and Sword
WHEN: Day 123
After her last excursion into the marketplace, Elphaba kept her lips tightly sealed and her instinct to sing fiercely suppressed. She clutched the thick, aged green-brown leather Grimmerie pressed against her chest to silence her. She had tried to make herself look pretty, or as pretty as a green girl can be. She let her long black hair down out of its tight braid and attempted a little color on her lips (at Glinda's direction.) Her long black skirts brushed the ground and her closely-buttoned jacket would've kept her shart-looking, save her trademark pointed hat. She had been told she looked like an awful witch with it. But Elphaba liked that hat, thankyouverymuch.
A quick glance at her bronze gear watch, with miniscule leathery dragon wings that turned to tell the hour; nearly three. She would bet here in plenty of time. When Elphaba walked, she seemed to perpetually be on a mission, nose turned down, eyes intently on the ground as if something were going to crawl under her shoes to die, and her arms stiffly about herself, in case of an oncoming attack or insult. Though she seemed to be in a better mood today; she had met another sorcerer, and even better, a sorcerer who used a book, a book like the Grimmerie! Though his was different, perhaps he could help her decipher some of the spells she hadn't yet- not that they were useful.
And, Elphaba was grateful for anyone who was willingly friendly to her.
Soon she reached The Pen and Sword. Her chest swelled as she smelled the rich scent of parchment and binding powder. the nerves on the back of her neck shuddered happily. The grouchy look on Elphaba's face melted to one of enchantment and intrigue. Hugging the Grimmerie to reassure herself, she opened the door with a jingle and slipped inside, careful not to catch her tall hat on the door.
WHAT: A discussion of books and sorcery and science...
WHERE: The Pen and Sword
WHEN: Day 123
After her last excursion into the marketplace, Elphaba kept her lips tightly sealed and her instinct to sing fiercely suppressed. She clutched the thick, aged green-brown leather Grimmerie pressed against her chest to silence her. She had tried to make herself look pretty, or as pretty as a green girl can be. She let her long black hair down out of its tight braid and attempted a little color on her lips (at Glinda's direction.) Her long black skirts brushed the ground and her closely-buttoned jacket would've kept her shart-looking, save her trademark pointed hat. She had been told she looked like an awful witch with it. But Elphaba liked that hat, thankyouverymuch.
A quick glance at her bronze gear watch, with miniscule leathery dragon wings that turned to tell the hour; nearly three. She would bet here in plenty of time. When Elphaba walked, she seemed to perpetually be on a mission, nose turned down, eyes intently on the ground as if something were going to crawl under her shoes to die, and her arms stiffly about herself, in case of an oncoming attack or insult. Though she seemed to be in a better mood today; she had met another sorcerer, and even better, a sorcerer who used a book, a book like the Grimmerie! Though his was different, perhaps he could help her decipher some of the spells she hadn't yet- not that they were useful.
And, Elphaba was grateful for anyone who was willingly friendly to her.
Soon she reached The Pen and Sword. Her chest swelled as she smelled the rich scent of parchment and binding powder. the nerves on the back of her neck shuddered happily. The grouchy look on Elphaba's face melted to one of enchantment and intrigue. Hugging the Grimmerie to reassure herself, she opened the door with a jingle and slipped inside, careful not to catch her tall hat on the door.