A deeper look at Fiyero's and Feldspar's friendly bond.
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A very enraged Fiyero marched into the woods. Navigating through the underbrush and traversing challenging trails, he arrived at his intended destination.
His horse, his most loyal companion, was waiting for him in that place. Confronting him, he stood on his two feet. From the gaze he received, Feldspur knew something was off with him.
"What's the matter with you? Are you unable to tolerate being apart from that greenâ"
Fiyero locked eyes with him forcefully. He had listened to too many negative remarks about his cherished one recently and could no longer tolerate it.
"Brunette, I meant to say." The horse spoke, moving closer to Fiyero.
"You know I wouldn't say anything that would make you resentful. I am your most devoted friend; remember this."
Fiyero acknowledged him with a nod and gently stroked the horse's mane with affection.
"What's wrong?" It was an uncomplicated verbal question, yet it concealed numerous deep ideas.
"Feldspar, I..." His voice faded away, as he couldn't bring himself to articulate it aloud.
"You, what's happening? Just say it already."
The horse became increasingly restless with each passing minute, not due to a prior engagement, but because he could not bear to see his friend in this condition.
"I am betrothed to Glinda."
Fiyero blurted out, exhaling a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.
Feldspar couldn't contain his laughter any longer. Fiyero looked at him in a curious way, as if trying to determine which part of his statement amused him.
Upon understanding that Fiyero was speaking the truth, the horse's jaw dropped in astonishment.
"Are you crazy? Why would you ask Glinda to marry you if you're in love with someone else?"
Fiyero didn't bother resisting the urge to roll his eyes.
"I didn't even ask her. She managed everything on her own with some assistance from the Wizard."
"And you were more than willing to agree , "
Feldspar replied, causing Fiyero to feel even more anxious than he had been.
"Allow me to make a guess. There's additional factors involved, isn't there?"
He observed Fiyero on the grass, entirely lost in his own contemplation.
The young man gazed at the heavens.
"I fear that Elphaba has moved on, Feldspar. If she genuinely wished to connect with us, she would have visited. What if her feelings for me have changed? What if there's another person in her life?"
The horse drew near to the prince once more.
"In my view, I believe that isn't achievable. You're too good-looking to be overlooked."
Fiyero chuckled at his remark, even though he felt sorrowful.
"Certainly, I'm going to nibble on some grass. I'm starving. Would you like to come with me?"
Fiyero recalled the clever joke he shared with Elphaba on the day they initially met. A smile returned to his lips once more. He would not quit. He would continue to look for it. He would continue to love her.
After all, hadn't he been anticipating this day to reunite with her by enduring this hell?
