For a long as Elphaba could remember, her daughter was a crybaby. She would cry over everything. She would cry when she was happy. She would cry when she was sad. She even cried when she was confused.
Elfianne was, without a doubt, a crybaby.
The woman didn't know what to do about this. Since she and her daughter's tears both hurt them, you'd think that Elfianne wouldn't cry as much. Sadly, she cried even more because the tears hurt.
She would've asked around, but nobody was really interested in talking to her. But there was a few people.
One of those people was Maleficent, oddly enough. The Faerie Queen had a child of her own; a son named Malron. Elphaba turned to this woman for some form of help.
"She cries about everything. No matter what I try, she ends up in tears all over again." Elphaba explained. Maleficent set her son down in a moss bed, listening to the witch give her plights.
She was amused, really. There wasn't anything wrong with her child. She just happened to wear her he