Her body language totally overshadowed the smile she gave to Tembovu and Glasgow. It was awful, the sadness she felt whilst she was meant to be here doing a duty. But Tembovu's sweet azure pools swept over her with warmth and she screamed inside. Having greeted Glasgow, who stood not too far from her, Anzanie was then greeted and she was asked whether she was okayy. To this, Anzanie hesitated, her pools scanning the terraria before she looked back at the giant brute and tried to smile when she spoke once more,
"I am, thank you Tembovu..." I'm not okayy, I need you was what she wanted to say but instead just continued to pace a little further past and made space for herself. And then her beloved King gave the orders, before turning first the scarred dirtied ivory fae to boost her confidence. To Anzanie, Glasgow seemed quite unfamiliar to this but she said nothing. She just didn't want to say anything. Life felt like it was swallowing her up and she was going through a mini crisis, a mother without a daughter, a lover without the reciprocation and a one-sided desirer. But she kept her lobes tilted towards the giant brute with his sweet little elephant calf and attempted to focus on the crafting to keep her mind busy.

And there she was set the task: spears, caltrops and shields. This was something that she could do without feeling like a total failure. The beautiful splashed princess simply nodded her confirmation for the task and waited for Tembovu to give Glasgow her orders. Two crafting queens of the Edge, stood there being given the orders for the defence of their soldiers. It was like a story from the nursery...

And then Tembovu asked for a favour for Mbwene's glass tusks. Glasgow soon got to it, seemingly not too happy with the result that she had created but the relief sighed out of Anzanie as she did not feel like she was capable of doing much of a better job. She respected the courage of the new Glazier, for she was here being asked what she assumed was a lot from Tembovu (she would have known had she been in the right frame of mind) and smiled at her with as much warmth as she could muster. Anzanie yearned to be friends with her fellow ranked lady, but today was not the day she felt like building bridges.

Instead Anzanie continued to move further away from them all, ready to craft her weapons and defensive items. Tembovu had asked for several different things and Anzanie decided to first go with the personal items for the Edge's soldiers. The fae was unaware of the amount of soldiers they had in their ranks but was determined to get the number right first time. And thus, with the image of how the fortified glass items would look in her saddened brain, she set about closing her eyes and looking down on the floor, a place where she had chosen for the glass shards that had been blessed by the Moon Goddess. Anzanie hadn't even realised in her own little bubble that she was standing in a minefield of glass, a Glazier's heaven. With the image still there and her pools shut tight, Anzanie could feel the magic welling up inside her and hitting her chest as it did so, a huge buzz eminating from her and then inside her tinted lids felt the brightness of the magic transferring into the glass. As she came to open her eyes, there below her feet stood, by a miracle, were five of each. The glass glinted in the warming sunlight as it peeked through the tops of the trees. It cast a shine on them, all of them having a slight blue tint to them with frosted glass on top for extra strength and camoflauge. She blinked at Tembovu, silently asking if they were acceptable.

But before waiting for his approval, Anzanie decided to go further and complete her caltrops at the same time. The magic that had coursed through her bodice the first time was welling up a second time, much more intensely. It was something that she was so intent on doing successfully that she pushed her sadness to one side for a moment, and repeated the process. In her mind the caltrops were heavily spiked, one little prick would cause bleeding and flesh wounds, and this was something that Anzanie tried to keep in her brain. With the bright light forming once more behind her pools, the splashed dame opened again to see her good work. The caltrops were there, fashioned in much the same way as the spears and shields. With a might she then spoke to Tembovu, casting a glance at Glasgow's uncertain cranium, "Does this suffice, my King?"

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