" You need my help? What for? Bread, cash, a false identity to help you slip sideways through the cracks? Tell me what you need, tell me why I should help, and I'll see what I can do. In memory of Elphaba. You knew her." Her head tilted again, but up, this time, and it was to keep the sudden wetness from spilling into her carefully colored false eyelashes. "You knew my Elphie!"

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This is Glinda the Good, and what is above is a part from Son of a Witch that I just had to draw, and thus this picture. <3

Ignore the BG. I wanted it to be more than a single color and then got lazy. So, yeah, ignore the blank walls. I'm going to say it symbolizes how lonely she really is... Shut up.

Glinda the Good © L. Frank Baum.
Son of a Witch © Gregory Maguire
Art © Me