Ever since her conversation with Sacharissa, Glinda had been thinkifying. Not that she didn't do that normally, but she'd been doing it more.

Why can't we all get married? Elphie, Fiyero, me...Glinda practically had dresses picked out when she realised there was still one obstification. She hadn't mentioned it once to Elphaba or Fiyero. Glinda ( Read more... )

Mailbox for Glinda

Glinda hadn't been sleeping well as of late. It was a combination of things. The play was eating up some of it, and she found herself worrificating about the costumes, the sets, so many things. Now that Mimi was sick, more responsibilified, and she and Jack were trying their best to direct ( Read more... )

It had been a few days since her talks with both Elphie and Fiyero. Blissful wonderful days. Of course, they couldn't have been perfect. Perfect would have involved a few more gowns, perhaps a bit of magic, and maybe a place that the Upland name meant something. Still, it was as close as she'd get to perfect, well, even without all of those ( Read more... )