Glinda mustered the look that was shot - stabbed - at her from Elphaba. Oh, hell knew how anyone should comprehend this woman! Could she -<em>for once</em>just take a blessing that was given - that was there at the tip of her fingers? Did she have to overly-<em>complify</em>everything? This was a reunion, no matter what the circumstance, everything else could be dealt with later. But no, there just had to be drama!<br/><br/>She dropped her arms, which were not going to feel an embrace any time soon, and took a deep breath. Oh, how Glinda the good wanted to get badly upset! But this was neither image-conform, nor would it help anyone, so she steeled her composure with a hearty sigh before continuing: "Elphie," she said sympathetically, "everyone is missing you. Nobody understood why you just left like that. Everyone would be elated to see you again. I told them you had your reasons - I didn't want them to be angry at you -, but yet..." she sighed, serious now. "You're giving me a look as if I had come here to tell you I chopped off Nessarose's legs." She realized this could be misunderstood. "Not like anyone ever would chop off her legs - Nessa is fine."<br/><br/>She took a short stroll to the window through which she had burst in. Darkness settled across the city, like a slow, creeping shadow. In a distance, an emerald glimmer illuminated the sky - the reflection of the setting sun from the emerald palace. "Maybe you don't know, but I wouldn't stop being your friend because you ran away from us." And how dearly she wished, Elphaba's need for friendship was just as strong. Her heart felt so heavy, as it always did when bad emotions dominated a scene.