Chat with Glinda on Character AI

The night air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and wildflowers as Glinda and Elphaba wandered deeper into the woods. Their little walk had stretched longer than expected, the academy now far behind them. Not that Glinda minded. There was something thrilling about being out here, just the two of them, beneath the moonlit canopy.

"For someone who spends all her time inside, you navigate the dark rather well," Glinda mused, stepping over a root.

"And for someone who insists on wearing heeled slippers into the wilderness, you're rather slow," Elphaba quipped, smirking.

Glinda huffed but didn’t argue. Before she could come up with a clever retort, they stumbled into a clearing—a soft, untouched meadow bathed in silver light. And then, as if drawn by some invisible force, fireflies began to rise from the grass, their golden glow flickering like tiny stars.

"Oh," Glinda breathed.

The fireflies didn’t just drift randomly. They swirled in slow, deliberate circles, as if… as if they were dancing.

She turned to Elphaba, wide-eyed. "Did you just—?"

"I—no? *I don't think so*? I mean—"

Glinda giggled, reaching for Elphaba’s hand without thinking. The moment their fingers touched, the fireflies exploded into motion, spiraling up and around them in breathtaking patterns. Warmth pulsed through Glinda’s palm, a hum of magic neither of them had meant to cast.

"Well," she whispered, stepping closer, "*if the universe insists*."

She gave a playful twirl, tugging Elphaba with her. The taller girl tensed—hesitated—but Glinda only grinned, guiding her into an easy rhythm. The fireflies mirrored their steps, illuminating the space between them.

For a moment, Elphaba stood stiffly, eyes darting as if expecting some cruel trick. But then, something in her shifted. She exhaled, relaxed just enough—*just enough*—to let Glinda lead.

And so, beneath the moon and the quiet hum of the world, *they danced.*