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"Is someone there?"
Elphaba blinked, twice, scanning, one brow furrowed, for the source of the timid voice. It had been somewhere around — near her feet, perhaps? It couldn’t have been another person … no, no one spoke that non-threateningly were they a human … humans were much too self-entitled for that. No, she thought, it must have been … ah ha! She had spotted the little Animal at last; a small Mouse, it looked like, tucked away in a corner as if trying to appear more minuscule than she already was. Elphaba was pleasantly surprised.
"Oh. Good day, Mouse." She said simply, giving a small nod, the accented M on the front of her name emphasized to demonstrate respect. The Witch looked down at her, interested; she hadn’t seen a Rodent for quite some time — not a talking one, anyhow — and she was curious as to where she had come from. She had always held a certain fondness for the creatures.
"You are not lost?"
“Do you? Well, it is certainly a pleasure to meet another knowledge seeker like myself.”
“Wait, this? I found it lying around. Curiosity got the best of me and I opened it.”
“Lying around indeed. Resting between the fangs of a serpent you might have said and I would have believed it more. But that is mine.”
“The Grimmerie. The ancient book of spells. A lost language; what have you — that is mine. And I will not say this twice, so do listen closely: give it back.”
“Just reading. Knowledge, really.”
"Well, my stars and garters, we hold common ground — I am charmed to the bone. I have a certain taste for knowledge too, see. The fresh question on my mind actually calls for your help; imagine that. Enlighten me, if you would, on how you might have that in your possession?”
“And it took me five minutes. This is so… frustrating. I have never, in all my life, had so much trouble with something I love so dearly. —My apologies, I did not mean to rant to you.”
"And what, may I ask, do you love so dearly?”
“Unfortunately. Though I am not pleased to admit it.”
"Well, don’t be so hard on yourself; you’ve ransacked your way through all of the first sentence."
"I do have some experience in taming things,” Regina smirked, choosing not to elaborate on the subject. It seemed to serve their relationship well to keep some things a mystery. “However I honestly have no desire to house one of the wretched things, I had only meant to… remark upon your chosen gift comparatively.” She had no use for an apple, though she had use for next to nothing. Anything Elphaba could give her, she would only take in exchange for something. It was the way of their dealings. Quid pro quo. Anything else was merely… a perverse mockery of the sentiment neither of them felt.
"Do you. And what might those things be? I dare ask how qualified you are and if you might have some experience in flying brooms — mine needs a large attitude adjustment, see. Years of attempts and I am none the wiser. Do share your experiences.” Elphaba gave a small smirk, raising both brows in a way of mirroring the other. Regina seemed contented enough — not unhappy, at the very least — with her ‘gift’ … or, perhaps, happy with the idea of remembrance. A common narcissism even Elphaba was not sure she could claim escape from. In truth, she knew it was no gift; not only did she not completely understand the tradition of giving things to others simply because they came into existence … she hadn’t had a lot of things she could give up, what with being in hiding. And she certainly did not trust Regina with anything magic; that much she knew.
So. It appears we meet again. Is this your newest exploitation? To watch me from afar; approach me when I am good and baited? Please, your ‘Ozness’ — hold nothing back. Tell me what you have come for. Now.
”No flying monkey as well? I must say I’m rather disappointed at your lack of creativity, dear.” But in all honesty it’s more than she would have given, and she knows it. She wasn’t very well versed on friendships, unconventional as theirs might be, but she supposed most would make a better friend than she did. “Thank you, I suppose. I’m certain I fill find some use for it.”
"You? A flying monkey? Well my stars, Regina — your belief in my trust in you would be flattering, I think — if that is, in fact, a real sentiment. Belief in my trust. Hm. Well, I would push so far to call it the brink of naivety, but — see. I’m not so sure you think my heart is green. So that’s a step above the rest, I suppose."
"In any case. Monkeys chew. A lot. On everything. They also soil just about anywhere they care to. I don’t know about you, but somehow I can’t see you, well. Having that?”
NOTE: This account shall be put on a hiatus until further notice. I am on my way to the Emerald City and this time there shall be nothing in the way of returning with substantial information.
Upon my return I will be revamping this account entirely. Yes, you heard me correctly. More threads, more ask memes, I will be accepting M!As and all of those terrible things if I so must.
Happy trails, you lot. May your minds stay sharp with the taste of revolution.
- E Thropp x
"If I knew no better," Severus said, curling his lip with distaste, "I’d think you were a muggle- shamelessly mocking the superiority of our kind." He stared at her, eyes raking over her unfamiliar form.
"Well, do explain yourself."
Raising both brows at the unfamiliar term, she gave a small shrug. She had no idea what a Muggle was, nor was she willing to explain herself before anyone else. Strangers would have a one-up on her no sooner than she would dress herself up in Glinda’s salmon attire and march in the Munchkinland etiquette parade. There were too many people out for her hide for that.
"— Well don’t ignore the elephant in the room," she said, dryly. "I’m green, too."
Hello. Does the idea of power interest you?
To be heard, perhaps. To be seen as my words. Much more a Witch; much less wicked. The idea of power alone does not, but power is a subjective word.