Consuming Power

Elphaba would stare, golden eyes boring into the tiny wolf as she gingerly stepped from her place amongst the trees. She was exceptionally small, almost pixie-like. She had little to no muscles and her with the rain soaking though her pelt, she looked like a teen not yet grown into her body, but by her behavior and her words alone, she surmised that the woman was fully grown, simply...small. It mattered little to the gray and ebony witch. She had no desire to make an enemy of this creature and she wouldn't, providing the woman did the same. The rain had long since soaked her pelt, dripping from her maw, her belly her chest, it glided off her in torrents, her fur long since given up on trying to absorb it. her tail would flicker, her eyes would darken.

Before she realized what she was witnessing, she realized the dame before her was, in fact, sizing her up, analyzing her just as Elphaba was doing to her. There was a hidden air of tragedy that lingered about the tiny creature and Elphaba recognized it, only because that same air of neglect and of pain so often encased her. She would not ask, she would not push, such was not in Elphaba's nature. The woman would answer and Elphaba's ears would flicker forward, catching the odd name and the question. With a sigh the woman would recline back upon her haunches, maw tilting up towards the angry skies.

"Eris..." She would repeat first the womans name, tasting it, sampling it upon her tongue. It was different unique, she liked it. Her pseudo father, she could hear screaming in the background, to him uniqueness was a plague, Elphaba herself was a wretched, mistake. Her gaze would drop from the vengeful sky back to the woman. "Elphaba. My name is Elphaba."


Speech!