Glinda kicked off her delicate silken slippers as she ran. They were going to be ruined from getting wet anyway so there was very little point in keeping them on her feet.

She was breathless from the running, not something she had done for a very long time due to the unfeminine nature of such an activity, but once she reached the eye of the storm she stopped still. Glinda held out her arms, closing her eyes and simply feeling the rain drenching her. If she'd heard Curthbert, apparently she had no indications of waiting for him to catch up.