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

Her words had come harsh, brash, and to the point, almost cold in their deliverance, it had been a jerk response a trigger, her pseudo-father had always known exactly where to press her to make her lose her silent demeanor, he understood her anger was a vehement wrath, something that could not be contained once unleashed and it had given him all the more reason to punish her, she had learned to bite her tongue, sometimes hard enough to make it bleed but she had grown tired of giving him such satisfactions... but Gerhardt calling himself a fool had unleashed her aggression so quickly, that she hadn't been prepared to clamp down on her thoughts and despite herself, she had chastised him. He had not been angered by her words but the guilt gnawed at her something fierce. The walk to her living quarters was silent the tension in the air near pliable.

"There is no need to thank me your Grace, as I have said, so long as you rule here, you are free to come and go as you please." Her tones were a great deal softer, alleviating the atmosphere if only slightly, it would be the king who sighed and broke the tension by offering an explanation. Elphaba said nothing, allowing him to gather his thoughts. She never would have asked for him to tell her, but she wouldn't deny the story either, and what a story he would spin for her, shock and slight disbelief would flicker in the depths of her eyes. For a long moment she was silent, allowing him the peace of mind he may have needed.

Her thoughts swirled, she wasn't good with this comforting sympathizing crap. She had no idea what to say or what to do. Did she offer his sympathies? No... that seemed heartless, and probably wouldn't make him feel any better. Did she reach out to touch him? Gods no... that was the last thing the poor man needed, if words and touch were useless than what could she give him? A breathless whoosh of air would escape her lungs and drawing in a sharp gulp of air, her lips would part to speak. "There was a wolf amongst my sea of white who stood out, perhaps even more so, than myself. Her beauty was something to be awed at, her fur immaculate, gorgeous and no matter how vain she sometimes grew her heart was always in the right place. " She had spoken to absolutely no one about her but for some reason she deemed it appropriate to speak of now. "For some reason I cannot fathom she choose me to be her best friend, she dragged me everywhere with her, healed my wounds, attempted to lessen punishments distributed to me, she made herself an outcast, destroying her flawless visage to stay at my side. Her name was...is Glinda. When I told her my intention to leave she demanded to come with me, made me swear that I would take her. The two of us were going to explore the world together, make it our own." She paused for only a moment, pain flickering in the depths of her emeralds before it would decipitate just as quickly. "In the dead of night I stood over her, but I couldn't wake her. I knew that if I was vacant from her life that they would love her, adore her, her beauty demanded it. If I left, if I vanished from her life I knew she could have everything she ever dreamed of, she didn't need me, she never needed me, I only held her back and so I left her. If she had come with me I was subjecting her to evils she had never had to face and I couldn't... I couldn't be that selfish." She looked away, staring blankly at the wall, not truly seeing it but needing to look somewhere then those piercing amethysts. "The last I saw she had been made their Queen, married to noble blood and from what I gathered, adored by all."

She fell silent for a moment and drew in a large breath, her eyes drifting back to the King. " I miss her... I miss her more than I care to admit. But I know in my heart of hearts, that I did right by her by letting her go. I never knew you and Adette, nor your relationship, I cannot speak on its behalf, but I can say that sometimes letting go, no matter how badly it rips you to pieces can bring wonders that you would have never dreamed of otherwise." The oddly hued dame would fall silent, her cranium falling to rest between her forelimbs. She was perfectly at ease now, tail drifting through the air, eyes sharp and focused but no longer biting. She had spoken her truths and perhaps a bit too much, she didn't know if such a story would help or hinder, but she had tried and she had given a piece of herself that no one else had ever been graced with, albeit he knew nothing of such things... her breath would even out and she would fall still, simply enjoying the peace that had settled around them.



Speech!