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{ She’s spent so long trapped— in her house, in school halls, in other people’s expectations of her, in her skin— that she almost doesn’t know what to do now that she’s unlimited.
U n l i m i t e d— what a word!
She’s flying across the sky, dipping and turning and doing dangerous loops and corkscrews that look as if they’d have her plummeting towards Earth at any moment. That’s no metaphor, by the way— she’s literally f l y i n g, soaring on a broomstick she’d enchanted, high above the treetops. She’s so high that the Yellow Brick Road just looks like a thin ribbon across miles and miles of green— green grass, green trees, green meadows. Really, green is the most natural color of them all—
———one wonders why she’s the one ridiculed and not the one doing the ridiculing.
No matter, though, because up here everything seems so small and all of her troubles are distant; no one else exists but her. The Emerald City and the life she left behind are dots in the distance, specks on the horizon, and she can’t really bring herself to grieve when it’s so good not to be confined by the acceptance of limits, by being a pawn in the chess game of somebody else.
And then she thinks of Galinda— no, Glinda now— all alone, with everyone hunting down her best friend for betraying the Wizard, and there’s a twinge in her gut. All they could have accomplished— everything they could have done together, a world they could have changed, all gone when Glinda refused to come with her.
But she brushes it to the back of her mind for now— too late for second-guessing, too late to go back to sleep— and flies on.
A laugh escapes her throat as she dips down through a cloud so she can survey the land— for a moment, she’s no idea where she’s going and she doesn’t c a r e because she’s free, no cages, no bars, no limitations at all.
And she makes for the West and she laughs and she grins because she is d e f y i n g gravity. }