Endless Love

Choosing a Season

“Glinda, while you love Summer you also hate it.” Elphaba says again not looking up from her book. “ You complain about the sticky, humid weather and how it messes up your hair, and how the heat makes you feel as if your makeup is melting. There is also the possibility of there being droughts and therefore everything is dry, dead brown color.”

“Well aren't you just a ray of sunshine.” Glinda rumbles huffing a little and she shoots an annoyed look at Elphaba. “I'm not that obsessed with how I look!”

At that Elphaba and I exchange amused looks. “Um, sweetheart, to be honest Elphaba is correct. You have always wanted your looks to be just perfect.”

“I'm not that vain!” Glinda says unconsciously tossing her hair over her shoulder. “I just like to make sure I don't look a mess when people see. As leader, or should I say former leader, it has been and always will be important for people to see me at my best!”

“If you aren't vain, than I'm not green!” Elphaba says sarcastically.

“You are so mean, you know!” Glinda stamps her foot and shoots Elphaba a glare, which goes unnoticed by the recipient.

“Settle down, Glinda.” I interject. “She is just teasing, but she does bring up a valid point as to how hot it can get. You never did like to get all sweaty, and with how nervous you will be on the wedding day do you want to risk it?”

Sigh she slumps a little then sits back up. “No, I guess not, but that only leaves us Spring and Autumn. Spring would be lovely with all the new flowers coming into bloom. There will be cascades and fountains if them. Oh! It would be so lovely!”

“Spring also the second most wet season of the year, and would only give you a couple months to get things set..” Elphaba reminds her, and studying her I realize by now she is intentionally irritating Glinda.

“Then that leaves Autumn.” Glinda says dully. “Everything is dying off, and while there are colors, they go from brilliant to dead too fast.” She begins to pout. “I don't like fall at that much. It's so dull and depressing.”

“Well I happen to love it!” Elphaba says a hint of a smirk flickers at the corner of her mouth, which I see and Glinda misses since she is staring hard at her needlework.

“You would love it.” Glinda rolls her eyes, and I see Elphaba look over the top of her book. “Are you saying I'm dull and depressing?” She asks Glinda.

“Not always, but there have been many times you are.”

“Name one time I have been dull or depressing.” Elphaba challenges her.

“Well,” Glinda motions at the book Elphaba is reading. “You seem to rather enjoy burying your nose in book and reading all the time than doing fun things like makeup and shopping. Often you are terribly depressing. You always have a doom and gloom feel about you, and seem to always expect the worst.”  She ignores the dangerous look that flickered in Elphaba's eyes. “Write frankly your pessimistic attitude makes you bepressing to be around.”

“I'll have you know I enjoy reading and learning new things unlike yourself, and as far as my, quote, 'doom and gloom’ attitude it is sort of hard to break a habit like that when you spend a good part of your life being wanted by authorities.” Elphaba shoots back. “But then, you wouldn't know how that feels, because everybody loves you, Glinda the Good, perfect in every way.” She says in a mocking sing song voice. “Your too blond and perky to see what is really going on around you. You're way too optimistic!”

“Enough girls!” I say loudly before their petty fight can exalte into something more than words. “Now both of you need to stop arguing right now!” I glare at them both. Glinda shrinks back and drops her head working on needlepoint again, and Elphaba clamps her mouth shut and glares down at her book. “You both are far too old to be acting in such a way, and you both were way out of line with your comments.Now I don't want to hear another word about it, understand me?” Neither respond. “I said, do you understand me?”

“Yes ma'am.” The both mumble.

They remain silent for near a half hour. Glinda working on her needlepoint though not as quickly as before, and I notice Elphaba hasn't turned a page since I said something to them. I feel like they should talk, but I don't voice it. They are old enough to work things out themselves.

Several more minutes pass when surprisingly Elphaba speaks. “Glinda, I'm sorry. You aren't really that bad, and I never should have said what I did.”

“No I'm sorry. I was wrong to say you are all depressing to be around. You really aren't, and I know you have always loved reading.” Glinda says quietly. They look at each other from across the room and smile.

“About time!” I say just loud enough to be heard, and both women laugh. “Now when do you two want to get married?”

“Ummm….” Glinda says and looks at Elphaba. Elphaba smiles and answers, “Spring. This Soring. It will be so beautiful then.”

“Are you sure?” Glinda sounds shocked, and Elphaba nods. “Positive! It will be perfect! We can have the ceremony in our garden in front of the fountain, and if it rains we can exchange vows in the gazebo.” Her smile grows bigger as Glinda smiles, eyes shining. “It will be-”

“PERFECT” Glinda squeals and again rushes at Elphaba. By this time Elphaba quickly closed the gap between them and they kiss, but I clear my throat reminding if the fact they are not alone. “Oops! Sorry Momsie.” Glinda says sheepishly and Elphaba cackles quietly.

“Now that you have a season you just have to pick when in Spring it will take place.” I inform them, and this translates everything must be done immediately, but after a few minutes of them exchanging chat Glinda sighs and nods.

“We have decided to wait and decide to pick an exact date later.” Elphaba informs me. “Will strat planning for it though, but not today because I would like to finish my book first.”

“Fine!” Glinda pretends to pout. “You can finish your book.”

I smile at them. “While you finish your book, and you your needlepoint I will send word to a tailor three towns over to expect us.” I leave them after that to tend to other things.