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.

Such beauty. Such youth. Anzanie was in awe of the moment, watching her golden daughter with beautiful azure pools that were so innocent. A small whinny rose from her tiny chest and Anzanie tried to pull her closer in a frenzy of love and commitment. Viserra was perfect.

But what made the moment more special was the completion of the family reunion with the multi-hued stag present. Misael was looking handsome in Anzanie's pale pools and the heat he produced seemed to spread over the mother and child pair like a shroud of physical love. His words hit her like a train that she'd welcomed like nothing else, and the splashed remained seated in her position on the ground beside what their passion had resulted in. His words towards Viserra touched Anzanie too, and the emotions inside her physically hurt her chest to the point that she could have screamed. It was beautiful and compelling. The exotic princess had not felt such love in all her life, even back in her homeland. I wonder what they would say if they could see me now, she wondered with a hint of longing.

In spite of her woes, the splashed dame could not deny that what she felt for Misael, and what he spoke of feeling for her, could one day make that wound heal. Her thoughts had been drawn back to reality as Misael spoke once more to him, his dark voice soothing in her lobes and his bodice very soothing on the pools:

"I am so very proud of you, Anz."

She nudged herself forward in order to embrace him once she set herself up to allow Viserra to suckle, making sure that she did not forget their bundle of joy. Her pools were glassy with emotions and her voice tiny and soft,
"I am proud of us, Mis. We did this."

Her attentions were soon drawn back to her closest friend in the Edge, the King. He almost appeared to look out of place, but Anzanie laughed at her massive friend trying to guess what he was thinking,
"Welcome to the family, Temb." After all, the fae felt she could call him family after everything. She watched curiously as he began to make his way towards the golden filly, inquistive and seemingly wanting to help. And Anzanie wanted to let him, wanting to give Tembovu a piece of what her and Misael were experiencing in this time. She remembered how she watched her friend do the same with little Hera, the nursing filly and how fatherly he had been. But she knew that being Viserra's father, Misael would object to any sort of interruption.

But before she could gesture towards her friend, he stopped himself and once again congratulated her for a healthy foal, to which she smiled and replied, "And I thank you for being here for me too, Tembovu." And then he turned to leave the trio after his last sentence asking her to escort Viserra back to the Edge safely. She nodded silently and with warmth, watching him go. He's still alone, Anzanie's mind toyed with sadness again. Yet in this moment Anzanie was then allowed to turn her thoughts, her love and her attention back to the reasons to live now. Her lover and her daughter...

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