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.

The process of childbirth had felt like an eternity, but once the moment passed the fae now thought of it as a fleeting glimpse of her life gone in a flash. She had squashed back down her bodice into its natural self of splashed beauty, with her frame once again slender and the weight of a baby within her gone and now tottling along beside her. With her pale pools casting loving glances at Viserra, she wondered just how she had managed to think she never wanted this. At the same time, she wondered when she would get to see Misael again. She had not seen him since the birth of their daughter and she missed him deeply. The stag that had been so quick to bring her life when they met was now all she could think about besides loving and caring for their offspring.

Attempting to keep her body heat pressed against the leggy filly as the seasons became colder, Anzanie stepped light and quick enough with her lithe pillars over the hardening soil of the World's Edge. Orangemoon was ending and her life had been consumed but she knew that soon she would have to resume her duties as Glazier. Making her way through the high trees and dying foliage, Anzanie felt pulled towards something. She pulled her daughter close with soft words but still continued to keep her orbs fixed on the path ahead,
"Come quick now, my dear, we have to move..." Her nickering was in attempts to prevent any grumbles from a charismatic creature.

And then she had heard what she was expecting: the call. It stopped the exotic princess in her tracks and she pricked her lobes towards the direction of the sound. The voice was feminine in tones and sounded familiar to her. Elsa? Mapping out her short journey to her she then pressed forward, glancing back to make sure her little one was still close. She twisted and turned around the maze of trees that stood between her and her old friend before seeing her there in the clearing. Her words had called her but she did not know how frazzled she would look. Hastening herself towards the fae who had shown her the way to her herd she pulled up in front of her, dipping her cranium in greeting with a smile on her velveteens,
"Elsa, it is good to see you again. I do hope we have not kept you long," her words were squeaky with the excitement of seeing the ivory dame again, her tone then growing serious as she drew the topic back to business, "What is it you wouldlike to discuss?"

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