Princess of Oz 5/? by fabala_belle
Title: Princess of Oz 5/?
Rating: G
Characters: Bri and Dorothy
Summary: Here's another very short chapter, since the last one was so very short, too... Bri tries to stay brave and is befriended by the girl who is being kept in the same room as her, but she can't help wishing that she could return home.
Disclaimer: Dorothy and Toto aren't mine.
“Stop your crying!” that voice bellowed, that awful, awful voice.
Bri wasn’t crying, but her body tightened anyway, and she involuntarily shivered. She was trying so hard to be brave, to keep from crying when she didn’t know where she was, or where her mothers were, or where Deena was… A tear slipped from her eye and she hastily wiped it away in case her kidnapper came into the dark room and saw it.
The scolding, however, was clearly aimed at the other girl in the room, a girl who Bri couldn’t see but could constantly hear. A girl who had been sobbing since before Bri was thrown into the narrow cell, and who didn’t heed any of the warnings they were given.
Taking a deep breath and steeling herself against the unknowns of the darkness, Bri rose to her feet and walked towards the back of the room. She could barely make out the form of a girl much bigger than herself, but this must be the one who was crying - she was shaking with sobs, mumbling some sort of nonsense that Bri didn’t quite understand.
Something furry bumped against Bri’s leg and the little girl shrieked. Was it an enormous rat? A tiny monster? Something even scarier? The other girl didn’t seem to notice it, or Bri’s cry, but whatever the furry thing was yipped at her.
“Are you a dog?” Bri asked, reaching down to feel the dark little shape that was cowering by her ankles. Yes, it seemed to be a dog, a small one. “Hello, there,” she said, sitting down beside the little animal and petting it gently. “I’m Bri. Don’t be scared, I’ll make sure nothing happens to you. You can be my dog if you want.”
The crying finally stopped, and the other girl acknowledged her for the first time. “No,” she said firmly, suddenly darting forward and tearing the animal out of Bri’s arms. “Toto’s my dog, and he’s all I have. Stay away from him, you evil Oz creature.”
“I’m not evil and I’m not a creature. I’m just a girl.”
“I don’t believe you. This whole strange place is evil, everyone in it. It’s scary, and weird, and I just want to go home to my Auntie Em!”
“I want to go home, too,” Bri replied softly, hugging her knees and wishing that she had Deena to hold, or that little dog.
“Are you from Kansas?” the girl asked, suddenly hopeful.
Bri had never heard of Kansas, and she burst into tears. “I don’t know where I’m from! I’m from my house, I guess. I just want my Mommy…” She didn’t know which Mommy, and really didn’t care… either pair of warm arms would be welcome, either soothing voice would ease her fears, either woman could save her.
The other girl fell silent, only her soft footsteps filling the room. Bri was startled when the little dog was placed in her lap and the girl sat down beside her. “How old are you?”
Bri thought for a moment… There had been that party a month ago, with a cake with berries and peach-flavored cream that her mothers had spooned into each other’s mouths and giggled about. Bri hadn’t seen what was so funny about the cream, but she had quite enjoyed the cake and the gifts - new dresses, including a green one that matched the one Deena always wore, and a little doll shaped like a monkey who she had played with only briefly. It had been a perfect day, though, receiving all the special attention that went along with a birthday and seeing her mothers so happy with her and with each other. Elphaba had thrown some of the peach cream at Glinda’s face as if they were the ones who were little, and had then kissed it off of Glinda’s cheek as if it tasted better that way. What was that number they had said? “Seven,” she replied.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were so little… I’m being foolish, I suppose. Why, I’m twice your age.” The girl gave Bri an awkward hug that didn’t feel like either Elphaba or Glinda, and Bri couldn’t help crying a little more. “My name is Dorothy, and that’s my dog, Toto. You can hold him if you want.”
Bri did hold him, clutching his warm, curly fur as she cried herself to sleep.
Rating: G
Characters: Bri and Dorothy
Summary: Here's another very short chapter, since the last one was so very short, too... Bri tries to stay brave and is befriended by the girl who is being kept in the same room as her, but she can't help wishing that she could return home.
Disclaimer: Dorothy and Toto aren't mine.
“Stop your crying!” that voice bellowed, that awful, awful voice.
Bri wasn’t crying, but her body tightened anyway, and she involuntarily shivered. She was trying so hard to be brave, to keep from crying when she didn’t know where she was, or where her mothers were, or where Deena was… A tear slipped from her eye and she hastily wiped it away in case her kidnapper came into the dark room and saw it.
The scolding, however, was clearly aimed at the other girl in the room, a girl who Bri couldn’t see but could constantly hear. A girl who had been sobbing since before Bri was thrown into the narrow cell, and who didn’t heed any of the warnings they were given.
Taking a deep breath and steeling herself against the unknowns of the darkness, Bri rose to her feet and walked towards the back of the room. She could barely make out the form of a girl much bigger than herself, but this must be the one who was crying - she was shaking with sobs, mumbling some sort of nonsense that Bri didn’t quite understand.
Something furry bumped against Bri’s leg and the little girl shrieked. Was it an enormous rat? A tiny monster? Something even scarier? The other girl didn’t seem to notice it, or Bri’s cry, but whatever the furry thing was yipped at her.
“Are you a dog?” Bri asked, reaching down to feel the dark little shape that was cowering by her ankles. Yes, it seemed to be a dog, a small one. “Hello, there,” she said, sitting down beside the little animal and petting it gently. “I’m Bri. Don’t be scared, I’ll make sure nothing happens to you. You can be my dog if you want.”
The crying finally stopped, and the other girl acknowledged her for the first time. “No,” she said firmly, suddenly darting forward and tearing the animal out of Bri’s arms. “Toto’s my dog, and he’s all I have. Stay away from him, you evil Oz creature.”
“I’m not evil and I’m not a creature. I’m just a girl.”
“I don’t believe you. This whole strange place is evil, everyone in it. It’s scary, and weird, and I just want to go home to my Auntie Em!”
“I want to go home, too,” Bri replied softly, hugging her knees and wishing that she had Deena to hold, or that little dog.
“Are you from Kansas?” the girl asked, suddenly hopeful.
Bri had never heard of Kansas, and she burst into tears. “I don’t know where I’m from! I’m from my house, I guess. I just want my Mommy…” She didn’t know which Mommy, and really didn’t care… either pair of warm arms would be welcome, either soothing voice would ease her fears, either woman could save her.
The other girl fell silent, only her soft footsteps filling the room. Bri was startled when the little dog was placed in her lap and the girl sat down beside her. “How old are you?”
Bri thought for a moment… There had been that party a month ago, with a cake with berries and peach-flavored cream that her mothers had spooned into each other’s mouths and giggled about. Bri hadn’t seen what was so funny about the cream, but she had quite enjoyed the cake and the gifts - new dresses, including a green one that matched the one Deena always wore, and a little doll shaped like a monkey who she had played with only briefly. It had been a perfect day, though, receiving all the special attention that went along with a birthday and seeing her mothers so happy with her and with each other. Elphaba had thrown some of the peach cream at Glinda’s face as if they were the ones who were little, and had then kissed it off of Glinda’s cheek as if it tasted better that way. What was that number they had said? “Seven,” she replied.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were so little… I’m being foolish, I suppose. Why, I’m twice your age.” The girl gave Bri an awkward hug that didn’t feel like either Elphaba or Glinda, and Bri couldn’t help crying a little more. “My name is Dorothy, and that’s my dog, Toto. You can hold him if you want.”
Bri did hold him, clutching his warm, curly fur as she cried herself to sleep.