The gentle giant spoke words to the splashed that reassured her as she felt the weight of the cart along her dainty shoulders. She felt as if the weight was enough to crush her, with her petite body barely being fit for any strenuous manual labour. She came from royalty, not a worker's descendants. But she smiled sweetly at him, appreciating that Tembovu was there to assist her. And she felt proud too: Anzanie was helping a fellow herds-creature with a task, and with her newly appointed position she knew this to be paramount to her work to become the same level as himself.

Without saying anything, she watched with pale pools intently. She could merely guess what he was staring at, but looking at the small number of years he bore on his frame, Tembovu was reminiscing past experiences or memories. The shattered wall was something that she guessed was deep within his mind as she began to pull the cart along. She watched with intense orbs, scrutinizing every movement he created with his magnificent size and mapped out the course he was taking. Even for a naive creature, the little fae knew that he was hard at work, meticulous with his skill.

And then he began thundering his daggers against the surface of the glass wall. What was he doing? With a shocked face she watched, her jaw dropped in pure exasperation and shock. She had barely noticed Alysanne at this point, putting all her concentration into staring at the brute at work. And then he spoke words of encouragement regarding piling the cart. And with that Anzanie waited as she presumed that the others would lift the majority of the glass shards into the cart, since she was pulling it. And judging by her bodice, even the likes of her new friends would agree that she couldn't handle much else.

With a sigh and a high pitched squeak she spoke towards Tembovu,
"What do you need to do with these shards?" Her pools filled with an intense need to do something right.

His strength would have been enough to bring down the wall, Anzanie thought with admiration. She paid little attention to anything, including the terrarai where the mist was still wrapped around them in a beautiful glittering cloth. She merely gazed at the shards breaking into ever more smaller and more manageable pieces.

At his suggestion of using the larger chunks from the stag, the little fae nodded in agreement and decided to concentrate on following his course, straining at the slight weight of the cart she had strapped to her back. She could feel the movement of it along the ground within her bones and could feel every vibration that came with said movement. But she did not stop. Even for a creature of refinement and lack of skill, Anzanie was not going to let the side down.

And then Tembovu gave her the words she was almost begging to hear:

We can push while you pull, Anzanie?

She spoke with a long sigh, "Ohh my word, if you could, that would be incredible!" And with that she wondered what else this interesting and eventful day would have in store for the trio...