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It was hard to believe that Elphaba now had weekly meetings for tea and gossip with friends. Not even at Shiz she had had the feeling of community she found in Ev, she liked it
The witch took a sip of her tea and noticed the way the girls were looking at her
“What is it?” she asked curiously
“Oh, it’s nothing really Elphaba,” Faxela said, “we were just wondering... well, whatever happened to Liir's father?”
Elphaba wasn’t sure how to answer that. Nothing had happened to Fiyero, not recently anyway, not since she had enchanted the stove so he couldn’t use it anymore (they were NOT having any more close calls)
Noting her confusion Thea said
“What she means is, who is Liir’s father?”
“Fiyero” Elphaba answered, confused. They’d met him
“I mean his real father” the Fox clarified
“Fiyero is Liir’s real father”
“Of course he is” Pfeebee intervened “But who is Liir’s birth father, the one who sired him?”
“Fiyero. Liir was conceived when he was still human”
The other women looked at the witch in shocked silence
“What?” Elphaba asked a bit annoyed
“Fiyero... used to be human?” Pfeebee asked cautiously
“Yes, but he... was transformed into a scarecrow” (Elphaba was not remembering the circumstances that led to that, she was not)
“Oh, I thought you made him” Monifa said
“Yeah, me too” Lashee added
“And me” Pfeebee nodded in agreement and so did the others
Elphaba was stunned
“You think I can create life?”
“Yes” Faxela answered
The witch only stared, she often forgot how little most people really understood about magic
“Well, I thought Liir was conceived by magic” Nala said sipping her tea