talk to me honey, if you think it's funny

Paws would fall, perfectly patterned to the earth. One obsidian pad after the last. her bodice would twine, weaving and twisting, back and forth with every subtle movement she made. Golden orbs flickered about the familiar territory, it was becoming commonplace for her to venture around the land. The wound on her leg healing quickly, efficiently. Fur had already covered the scab, in Elphaba's mind, it no longer existed. She wasn't sure what Seracia was becoming to her. No evil had befallen her since she had chosen to sign over her life and her loyalties. No evil descended upon her, no fanatics screamed their hatred merely because her flesh and fur were of a different color. ...Home. The word was consistent in the back of her head but she wasn't sure she was ready to deem it as such. Home was a word in a fairytale, a place that made one feel safe, loved, protected, it was something special, something unique, something you could get nowhere else. She wasn't sure is she was bold enough to deem Seracia as such... but the thought lingered.

Soft splashes, barely audible, would attract her attention. She wasn't fond of water. It dragged down her pelt. Her fur was fine and long, the weight of water dragged her down. She didn't like anything that dragged her down. Regardless, she would pivot, turning towards the sound, curiosity flaring to life in her belly. Winter was rapidly approaching, who in their right mind was taking a soothing dip in the lake? Her pads would pause, halting her at the edge of the tree line. She watched the head dip beneath the water as the wolf took one step too far, but just as fast they were paddling and amethyst eyes were revealed... Gerhardt.

There was something in his gaze, something dark, something sinister, perhaps not in a malicious, vengeful way, but in the realm of self loathing. She recognized that look, had seen it every time she chanced upon her visage. She moved first to turn and leave, he seemed like he needed his space, his time, but his last words reverberated through her skull. You are amazing. No one complimented her, she had rarely ever been offered a kind hello and he, a king no less, had called her amazing. It perplexed her. She was hated and hunted, and beaten and bruised... but she was more than just a receptacle for torture, at least in his eyes and after a short brief moment of indecision she would reveal herself, stepping out from the trees and gliding from the trees.

She wasn't sure what to say, but her mind flew a million different directions as she drew closer, releasing a soft chuff, to alert him to her presence. She would recline to her haunches a fair distance from the water. She didn't like the wet substance, nor did she wish to see her own reflection. No reason to add her own self loathing to his. Golden eyes would train upon him and her face remained unreadable, but as her jaws fell open to speak, her tone was considerably softer, genuinely concerned.

"Gerhardt. The water here is ice and the weather is no kinder, you will catch your death if you linger in its grasp." She tried to smile, soft and gentle, not wishing to nag him but to see to it that he remained healthy. He was her number one priority as a citizen of Seracia, she was concerned because he was her king... or at least that's what she kept chanting to herself. She would quirk her head to the side, deciding to add a touch of humor to her words, to hopefully lighten whatever darkness plagued him. "It will be difficult to eliminate the pesky bull if you are issuing commands through a clogged nose."



Speech!