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The last few weeks had been beyond strangified. The New Year celebration had been wonderful. She'd danced with Fiyero, kissed Elphaba and they'd enjoyed themselves, all three. It was what came after that hadn't been so... So good.
Her fight with Elphie about weddings and marriage had been the first of it. The realisation that no matter how many things had changed between them, there were some hurts that could not so easily be forgiven. That there were things that they were each not telling the other.
Things were just becoming betterish when the Lion Cub had appeared. It had been terrificated, and it had taken the three of them a week til it stop being so frightened. It brought back memories, painful memories and happy memories both. Rememberances of who they were once, of who they still were no matter how much they thought they'd changed.
Elphie had a purpose again, driven to teach the cub to talk. Fiyero and Glinda had helped where they were able, but there'd been little success. Their help had mostly come by way of comfort, where they could give it.
Most recently had been the arrival of Wyatt Cain, the man from their future or so it seemed. A future where history repeated itself, an Oz where no one remembered Glinda or Elhpaba or Fiyero, not really, where Dorothy had somehow become like Ozma.
She was confusicated and upset. Glinda had spent more and more time in their hut, sitting in the garden outside, or curled in a chair, her legs tucked under her, watching Elphie with the lion cub. Even Fiyero had a hard time convincing her to smile or dance. All she wanted was here, with the two of them. Elphaba and Fiyero and herself. But everything here had just gotten so, so complicated.
Cause getting your dreams
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
The words ran through her mind over an over. True in Oz and true here. It would have been ironic if it weren't so frustrifying.
She'd left Oz. The people there had depended on her, and she'd left them. She'd asked them to accept her, to let her be Glinda the Good. Then she'd gone.
Glinda needed to go back to Oz. She had to do what elphaba had wanted her to do. She had to make those changes. Protect the Animals. Be Good.
It was her only choice.
Her fight with Elphie about weddings and marriage had been the first of it. The realisation that no matter how many things had changed between them, there were some hurts that could not so easily be forgiven. That there were things that they were each not telling the other.
Things were just becoming betterish when the Lion Cub had appeared. It had been terrificated, and it had taken the three of them a week til it stop being so frightened. It brought back memories, painful memories and happy memories both. Rememberances of who they were once, of who they still were no matter how much they thought they'd changed.
Elphie had a purpose again, driven to teach the cub to talk. Fiyero and Glinda had helped where they were able, but there'd been little success. Their help had mostly come by way of comfort, where they could give it.
Most recently had been the arrival of Wyatt Cain, the man from their future or so it seemed. A future where history repeated itself, an Oz where no one remembered Glinda or Elhpaba or Fiyero, not really, where Dorothy had somehow become like Ozma.
She was confusicated and upset. Glinda had spent more and more time in their hut, sitting in the garden outside, or curled in a chair, her legs tucked under her, watching Elphie with the lion cub. Even Fiyero had a hard time convincing her to smile or dance. All she wanted was here, with the two of them. Elphaba and Fiyero and herself. But everything here had just gotten so, so complicated.
Cause getting your dreams
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of : cost
There's a couple of things get: lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
The words ran through her mind over an over. True in Oz and true here. It would have been ironic if it weren't so frustrifying.
She'd left Oz. The people there had depended on her, and she'd left them. She'd asked them to accept her, to let her be Glinda the Good. Then she'd gone.
Glinda needed to go back to Oz. She had to do what elphaba had wanted her to do. She had to make those changes. Protect the Animals. Be Good.
It was her only choice.