This must be what other people feel like!
Glinda was pouting.
For someone who was so cheerful most of the time, she could pout very well. She'd not had any reason to pout for a very long time (or perhaps as she'd gown older she'd lost the need) but she found that the skill, like riding a bubble, wasn't one easily forgotten.
That morning there'd been no ballgowns, no bubbles, no flowers outside of their hut. No jewels on everything (though Elphie may have spelled those away) and no prettiness.
In other words, no magic.
Which was why Glinda was pouting. It wasn't fair.
Of course, if she was reasonable she'd realise her life was still lovely. She had Elphie and Fiyero (oh, and the things you could do with magic, it made her cheeks turn pink just thinking of it, though there was still the everpresent pout) and a place to live and friends and a purpose.
But couldn't she just have a little bit of magic too?
[[Find her wandering the island and feel free to thank/get angry with her for the beautification you may have received]]
For someone who was so cheerful most of the time, she could pout very well. She'd not had any reason to pout for a very long time (or perhaps as she'd gown older she'd lost the need) but she found that the skill, like riding a bubble, wasn't one easily forgotten.
That morning there'd been no ballgowns, no bubbles, no flowers outside of their hut. No jewels on everything (though Elphie may have spelled those away) and no prettiness.
In other words, no magic.
Which was why Glinda was pouting. It wasn't fair.
Of course, if she was reasonable she'd realise her life was still lovely. She had Elphie and Fiyero (oh, and the things you could do with magic, it made her cheeks turn pink just thinking of it, though there was still the everpresent pout) and a place to live and friends and a purpose.
But couldn't she just have a little bit of magic too?
[[Find her wandering the island and feel free to thank/get angry with her for the beautification you may have received]]