Ah, such a shame! Elphaba hadn't heard her - no wonder with everyone babbling around her and trampling on things! Glinda realized that words wouldn't do much here and - let's face it - Elphie had never been a person for many words to begin with.<br/><br/>She made her way to the front plaza in front of St. Galinda's and tipped two boys blocking her way gently on the shoulders. She giggled. "Excuse me, you two sweetipies, would you mind helping me - I'd like to go in for prayer, but the crowd here isn't made of Munchkins. Not like I am a Munchkin, anyway." She giggled again. For emphasis. They moved aside almost instantly after her two second monologue and pushed the crowd a little apart in the process. She appreciated them with a gentle bow and a faint touch of her fingertips like a blessing as she passed them and ventured through the gates into the cool, damp air of the interior.<br/><br/>She felt very, very compelled to use the great acoustics for another call to Elphaba's name, but hell knew which bug might have bitten her this time. Instead, Glinda allowed her eyes an admiring wander over the artwork and then hooked them on the black-hooded figure that was just disappearing in an alcove. '<em>Well,</em>' she thought, '<em>at least she took my advice that black looks good on her.</em>'