"And in such a case, it would be more of an issue of trying to get that person medical attention. And a thousand and one apologies for the incident." Elphaba didn't mind when Chloe sat down next to her. She set her book firmly in her lap and rested her arms over it, giving the other woman her full attention.
"There was some of that in Oz as well. Though everyone was completely against the green girl." Elphaba shrugged a shoulder a bit. She pretended to not care what everyone had said about her at home. But the truth was that she did care. It always hurt to hear the things people called her. And people didn't even have the decency to do it behind her back. No, it was always in front of her as though she wasn't even there. But it had been that way her entire life. Her father, no not her father. Frexspar, as she'd found out, wasn't her actual father. He had been so cold and cruel towards her her entire life, and things didn't fare better with other people. At least until she'd met Galinda.
But as Chloe mentioned the Wizard of Oz, Elphaba's jaw clenched. Oh she hated that movie. Loathed it. That wasn't her story. More the one Madame Morrible would have everyone believe. "Yes Oz, but not that. That movie was not my life. The musical Wicked is my life. I'm not the Wicked Witch of the West." Well...not anymore. She had her moments of flying off the handle and embracing that image, but right now, she wasn't. Elphaba was simply herself. "They didn't even have the decency to give me a name in the Wizard of Oz." And then she realized she was starting to go off on a tangent about that movie, and she managed to bite her tongue and stop herself there. After all, she'd only just met Chloe, she didn't want the scare her off by completely ripping apart a movie that seemed to be ingrained into the society here. Even though it made her blood positively boil within her veins.