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[lithes]

[Galinda sashays away, sparkling and fluttering, and Fiyero steps easily into her wake, the two of them pulling focus no matter what, a pair of dancing comets, his magnetism improving hers and vice-versa. It's -- easy, simple, safe, and Galinda knows how to play up the teasing, confident girl she'd been when they'd met. But: something had shifted after the Ozdust, something that had a new light in Fiyero's eyes whenever he looked at her or Elphaba.

She wants to ask about it, wants to see if maybe -- maybe she'd done something good, she'd shown him a part of her that was usually harder to find, she'd been changed, somehow. For the better. But she also wants to slip into the giddy, hazy, heated place Fiyero's touch always sends her to, a place where she knows every step, and he tries to make her forget one. He's so good at it, too, offering his arm like a gentleman, then ducking in to murmur against her ear.

There's a shiver, a huff, one perfectly-manicured hand coming up to swat at Fiyero's chest.] I know what a library is, the word just -- escapafied me for a moment. I was distracted. You were very distracting, you know.