Consuming Power

N/A · 05-21-2013, 11:57 AM

Elphaba revealed nothing, no glittering hatred, no gleaming distrust, her mask was carefully blanket, her body poised, tense, ready, but nonthreatening. She trusted nothing, grew attached to nothing. She served Seracia because she had made a pact and she never went back on her word. She spoke rarely and offered few words when she did, but each was precise and to the point. She hated the water. hated it with a burning, fiery passion, but she had never let fear get in her way before and she would be damned if she started now. Her tail lashed behind her, angry, aggressive, but her facial expression never changed.

The dames compliment would reach her audits and Elphaba would shiver, a chill racking her frame only once, before she lay still. For a long moment Elphaba remained silent, a statue amongst the heavy rainfall. She was unaccustomed to compliments, she didn't respond well to them, she didn't know how to respond. Her past was filled with so much hatred and cynicism... her brain locked up when something positive presented itself, instead of warm and welcoming, she became suspicious, leery.

"Elphaba was a name chosen to represent one of the old Goddesses of rebirth, if you believe in such fantasies." Her voice came still and expressionless. It was clear she intended not to speak much on her past, they had been quite the religious people... Oz... the name still made her lips curl back in an ugly sneer. She studied the woman a touch closer, noticing things about the absolutely tiny creature. "Do you have a home? A pack?"

"Speech"

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