"They're all different shapes; spirals, sprays, splatters, and some that have a dense center with streaks shooting outwards before falling," Elphaba described without being prompted. "Some fizzle out, and some have a dense center and fall down in a jellyfish pattern."
"Willow. That's what the jellyfish is called. It's the only one I know, since it's the most popular back home," Fiyero offered.
"And they're not solid colors. Each splatter is a mix; orange and yellow, blue and green, red and purple," Galinda added.
A smile tugged on the corners of the seamstress's lips. "You really did go all out." She hugged her legs closer, resting her chin on her knees as her eyes stayed trained on the sky.
Thank you @lumieluna for this beautiful art of one of the final scenes from my fic, "Threads of Truth". The full photo including the fireworks is too big for Tumblr, but here it is on Twitter!














