She pushed her away. RUDE. Glory was entirely unimpressed and pushed back her own way but the witch had already gone. This one was strong. Glory could tell, she could see it all so clearly. It was going to be wonderful when she got her hands on her. It really would be amazing.
"I need that to think" she said as the witch ran, doing...doing something, not that Glory knew what. It was all locked up inside, all a jumble, a jumble sale inside her head for everyone to see. Oh she didn't like that one bit. "Give it" she said pouting and ran at speed again grabbing the slippery little witchey bitch by the arm and this time twisting it round her back.
"Run again Glinda and I snap what holds you up, don't run...and you get to go to Oz, wouldn't you like that, see the wizard in his big crystal land, everythings so bright in there, everyone singing, everything bright and shiny, like my Key, they call her Dawn but she's not, she's not Dawn she's dusk, she's where it ends, where everything and everyone ends. Tell them about the dusk, tell them that its okay. Its good even. Everyone shiny don't you understand sweetie."
They never understood, words, meanings got confused until she fed, once she did that everything was good again. Her hands found the side of the witches face and she pushed, pushed until the witch's mind was hers