Anzanie

Nothing splendid was ever created in cold blood.
Heat is required to forge anything.
Every great accomplishment is the story of a flaming heart.

She could feel his gazed watching her intently as she spoke, and with such gentle orbs upon her bodice she felt comforted and continued with what was so hard to describe. The pains within her felt like hot needles stabbing her through her heart strings and it was unbeareable. But even a naive creature as herself knew that being unable to speak of her past would make her vulnerable in her future. And so she left nothing unsaid to her friend.

He replied in a low voice that agreed and she simply stayed silent, with the worry written over her pretty cranium as she wondered what her future would hold now with this in her, and how she would fare with the responsibilities of craftsman to the Edge.

But to her more apparent happiness in the conversation she spottted a smile across her friend's handsome face and Anzanie knew immediately that she may have cheered Tembovu up, if even slightly. That was worth more to her than the crafting of an item. His words over the item in question for herself seemed to light up a spark inside of her, a wish to retain some of her regal stance from her past life.

And with that the two creatures knew what they wanted. And with that she commenced into creating the trinkets. A small whisper emerged from her soft velveteens in a high pitched effort to ask for one last thing,
"If I should do this, may I know who this is for?" Anzanie knew that this was walking a tight rope. He had not asked her about who the father was to her unborn child, and the splashed was ultimately disregarding this grace and stamping on it with her similar question. With a shake of her cranium she thought of the pieces that she had to craft for the pair. Anzanie had some shards of glass left from the wall build, even though a tiny piece had been used to craft Nyx's fangs. She imagined them at the base of her fore-pillars and with the opening and closing of her beautiful orbs they were there. It was not entirely useful to have such a way to keep the shards, she would much rather them be physical beings upon her. But that would take time to find someone to craft the likes of a bag.

Washing all other thoughts away she designed in her mind what the necklace would be like for Tembovu. She circled and hooked it around the claw within her brain, and could feel the tiny beads of glass, cool and glowing as the lift reflected on them. Remaining closed, her orbs squinted closed and the look of concentration filled her skull. She imagined, and with imagination came the physical presence. Opening her pools there she saw it: amongst the soil and dried grass of the Edge was the necklace, ready to have the lion's claw hooked onto for her wonderful friend. She beckoned to it using one slight dagger gesture, and spoke lovingly at her friend,
"Does this suffice?"

Not waiting for an answer she did the same for her own item, the one that Tembovu had suggested: a glass crown for the base of her spiralled horn. The same process began and there was a flash of pale light as there, next to the chain, lay the idea in all its glory. It was perfect. In complete awe her orbs turned once again to the massive brute, a slight teardrop ebbing its way down her skull as she realised the magnitude of such a beautiful trinket,
"My crown..."

[OOC: Omg I'm so sorry again for such a long reply :'(]

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