In the shiny society surrounding the Wizard and the governmental leadership of Oz, two figures were emerging, under the wing of a well-known school leader named Madame Morrible. These two were to represent the decisions, ideas and future of Oz all in one to the public of the land.<br/><br/>First, there was beautiful Lady Glinda with blond, curly hair, always well-dressed and turning into a raising star among all the Munchkinlanders, Gillikins and all other folks in Oz alike, with her youth shining splendidly among the green roofs of the Emerald City. She was on her best way to becoming the most celebrated, loved and cared for political figure in all of Oz (the Wizard himself always excepted). And by her side, so as to present harmony and standing as a role model for the peaceful folk, was a strategist soldier in shiny armor, set out to protect Oz with his strength and intelligence, and perfectly well matched in political position, beauty and kindness to Lady Glinda. Her and Fiyero's engagement had been a nationwide festival, topped by moving into a wonderful mansion suitable for high political representatives. Glinda, always concerned about public image, had proclaimed their happiness and every poster, every news source had shown their pictures, laced with well-wishes and hopeful ideas for the future of both the representative couple and the land of Oz.<br/><br/>Currently publicly engaged on her own, for her dear fiancé was working hard on protective strategies for the Emerald City, Glinda had set out to please the crowd by her presence alone, send well-wishes to newborn babies and reach out to those in need, or compliment high-class business men on their excellent taste in fashion, sign a personal item here and there, all placed in a setting of cutting the emerald ribbon that barred the doors to the new art museum - the usual. Slowly, she was getting a bit weary, having been at this all morning, but she kept on smiling and reaching out for the sake of all the wonderful Ozians.<br/><br/>"Thank you, thank you my dears," could be heard in that bright chiming and slightly obnoxious voice that anyone at Shiz would recognize in an instant. Eventually, Lady Glinda excused herself from her admirers, finding that now that she gotten Boq distracted (she had asked him to pick up a hat she had ordered about twenty roads down south and he had happily complied), being surrounded by a huge crowd wasn't making her "unobtrusified" enough to take a moment of rest. She quickly disengaged from the other Shizians and dipped into the kind of crowd that didn't know her well (yet), or just didn't care, and which was headed for St. Galinda's square.<br/><br/>It was just so that Glinda flipped her hair out of the way to catch - in the corner of her eyes - that strip of familiar green. Not the green of the trees or the emerald city's fashionable wall-color, but one she hadn't come across in quite a long while and would recognize anywhere still.<br/><br/>"ELPHABA!! Yoohoooo!" she called out in pure joy (she would leave the frustration of being put into a taxi to find herself without Elphaba moments later for another time!) and tried to wave, but movement and call were almost completely swallowed by the crowd - between gigantic hats, heavy cloaks and bright jewellery, little Glinda, however obnoxious, had no chance. "ELPH-- ohwouldyoustopsteppingonlyfootalready?!!!" When she turned around the shimmer of green was gone - but she'd recognize that color anywhere. And it was headed down to the church - and she would, too. And if necessary, she'd take a bubble!