Elphaba Thropp (defiant_witch) wrote in aternaville, @ 2009-03-31 19:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | elphaba thropp, jack harkness |
Insomniacs
Who: Elphaba and Jack
What: Flying
When: Backdated to March 30th, sometime around two in the morning.
Where: The Woods
Status: In Progress
Rating: PG-13, just in case.
It had been a long time since she’d done this, and never quite like this. In the past, whenever Elphaba had ridden her broom it was with a purpose. Sometimes it was to escape soldiers, or just to get from point A to point B. Never, though, did she do it for…enjoyment. Never for recreation. But it seemed that Aternaville had raised a certain sentimental streak in her.
Earlier that day, Elphaba had been struck by the bittersweet poison of nostalgia. In the midst of reading that damn book again (She was developing quite an obsession over it), a thought suddenly struck her. She…missed Oz. To be exact, there were three things that she missed: Glinda, Fiyero, and the landscape. Even if the Witch didn’t give much of a damn about the various people who lived there, the Land of Oz itself was quite beautiful. That was when she realized that she hadn’t actually flew on her broomstick since early in her stay in Aternaville, just to check to see if she could.
It was the Witching Hour when she dared to venture outside. How appropriate she thought as the green-skinned girl closed the door to the roof of the apartment. It was the best place to get some privacy. She was dressed for the occasion, classic to a fault: The same cloak and hat she’d worn when she first defied gravity. The Witch took quick stroll of the perimeter of the roof, just to ensure that nobody was watching. It wouldn’t do well to arouse any attention, after all. After she ensured that she was, in fact, alone, Elphaba stood at the center of the stone roof, holding the weathered broom in her hand. It jerked alive, hovering in the air. She allowed herself a small smile before mounting it and pushing off, rising into the night.
The wind was cold, but it was only to be expected. Things were always chillier when she actually attained altitude, and there was a certain frost in the air anyway. Aternaville stretched below her, a map spread on a table, ready to survey. Most of the lights of people’s homes had gone out, but a few were still on, winking in the darkness. It reminded her of the Emerald City in a way, although that had a much stronger green tint.
There wasn’t much direction or course in her flight. It seemed to be more time than anything else—when she felt as if she’d have enough, she’d land and head back home. But not before. She stayed clear of the lake, mostly, but climbed higher into the clouds, whizzing around the town. It doesn’t have the same beauty, the same appeal as flying over Oz, she thought to herself as she swooped low for a moment, but it’ll do.
After a few more circles around town, she began to grow curious. What would happen if she tried to leave? Down on the earth, it seemed as if there was an invisible wall built around the town, and in the woods. A few people had managed to come and go, but Elphaba was not among their ranks. But the air was as different from the ground as could be. Did this wall rise up to the heavens, as well? Or did it fall away into nothingness?
It seemed like neither one was truly the case. Elphaba tried to escape the boundaries of Aternaville several times, but was met with the same results every time. Whenever she exited the town one way, it was only a matter of minutes before she’d enter it on the opposite side. When she extended this to the woods, it was a bit different. Somehow, she’d gotten turned around, and flew back out of the forest once more.
It was getting late—very late. And even Elphaba, a woman who was used to only a few meager hours of sleep in a night, was beginning to grow weary. Still, she would permit herself one last excursion before turning in. Trees at night were always a magnificent sight, growing upwards, stretching into eternity. It wouldn’t hurt to touch down for a few minutes in the woods, just to be totally immersed in the natural world for a few fleeting minutes.