Look! It's tomorrow!
The sand was soft as Glinda dug her toes into it. She'd never been somplace like this island. The apparent craziness didn't phase her that much. She was from Oz after all. A few things here had tried to drive her to distractification. The clothing chest for one, giving her creations that hit a new high of hideosity. One of the girls laundering her clothes had called them bridesmaid dresses from hell. Glinda had taken their word for it and continued to dig until she found a few items that would do, even if they weren't ideal.
There she was, on the beach in a pale green sundress, staring at the sun rising over the water. She liked watching tomorrow arrive, she always had. There was something so amazing about it.
Her frustrations with the clothing chest and the cursed hurdy gurdy machine were completely outweighed by what the island had given her. What the island had given her back. Wondiferous things. Fiyero and Elphaba. Her Elphaba. The two people who meant most to Glinda were here and alive. Just thinking of it made her want to jump and squeal in joy, and she may have skipped once or twice down the beach before settling down on the sand, not even noticing that she was humming as she did.
"Thank you Ozma," she said, smiling out at the sun. "Hello tomorrow." Glinda suspected she was going to enjoy this Island immensely.
[[OOC: I just got home from seeing Hilty/Espinosa in Wicked. Glinda is a very happy to be on the island. Slow and late tags very very welcome.]]
There she was, on the beach in a pale green sundress, staring at the sun rising over the water. She liked watching tomorrow arrive, she always had. There was something so amazing about it.
Her frustrations with the clothing chest and the cursed hurdy gurdy machine were completely outweighed by what the island had given her. What the island had given her back. Wondiferous things. Fiyero and Elphaba. Her Elphaba. The two people who meant most to Glinda were here and alive. Just thinking of it made her want to jump and squeal in joy, and she may have skipped once or twice down the beach before settling down on the sand, not even noticing that she was humming as she did.
"Thank you Ozma," she said, smiling out at the sun. "Hello tomorrow." Glinda suspected she was going to enjoy this Island immensely.
[[OOC: I just got home from seeing Hilty/Espinosa in Wicked. Glinda is a very happy to be on the island. Slow and late tags very very welcome.]]