[introduction] It's still green up here

[weightofaduck]

In the life of a witch there is no afterword. She was dead, dead and g...wait.

Elphaba pants heavily. There's no stone beneath her feet, but wooden, shaky ledges and she can feel thick drops of water digging into her skin. One would think Dorothy's bucket emptied by now. But is she dead? It wouldn't surprise her if divinity chose to mock her

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[three_leaves]

"The house isn't flying," comes a voice from the other side of the chimney, and poking around the corner is a hooded head with a few strands of tousled hair sticking out from under it.

Nellas couldn't sleep and decided to indulge in her natural curiosity and discover more of her new abode. To find someone up here is unexpected, but after meeting a vampire lady in distress, other people don't hold that much terror anymore.

"Why are you green?"

[three_leaves]

"Not long. But I learned." She isn't actually sure what Elphaba means, and when she begins dusting, Nellas shrugs her shoulders and wanders away.