Cera seemed delighted with the idea of the stained glass windows, his body language seemingly in positivity to the idea that Anzanie had suggested and then decided he would give her the images that she required to create the little glass artworks for their church. The Blood Tree sounded familiar and she remembered its visuals as they had crossed it on their journey from the Edge, or at least she hoped that that was what it was. She dipped her cranium and smiled so sweetly to him, her voice high as she spoke,
"Your wish is my command!" His laughter softened the tension that they must have felt to begin with, the two crafters in peaceful harmony. Anzanie laughed back at him, herself softening her muscles and just relaxing.

Within the busy melee of Cera and Anzanie's crafting/bonding, a certain someone had appeared. It was Misael. Even his scent caught Anzanie off guard but it was not hard to distinguish, after she had been laden with his scent when they had been so close. It felt like seasons ago, and for all the splashed fae knew it probably was. Yet here he was, in all his magnificence as he stepped up to the splashed pair standing by the church. Whilst she knew she had a job to do, her emotions were flying when she caught a glimpse of his multi-coloured tones rippling over the muscles. Was it fate that she had come here? But even her emotions were swinging from left to right, just like her pools over his bodice. He had not seen her since the birth of their Viserra, and even since then she had almost totally become independent of her mother. Anzanie was ashamed by the fact, but she had been a poor mother to her, all because of Misael. She felt abandoned.

And yet he had the audacity to come so close to her, with her bodices basically touching as she heard him address Cera like an old friend. What was he trying to prove? Anzanie's bodice tingled as she felt his warmth but she still pulled away slightly, trying to control herself. Misael beckoned to the creature, Lazarus, that had to be his bonded, but it was a lion and Anzanie stepped back slightly with a fearful look in her pools.

Even Cera seemed bemused for some reason, and Anzanie could not understand why. What had happened? It all but occurred to her that she was perhaps not quite so in tune with Misael as she may have thought, in fact, she felt like she barely knew him. And that is when Cera spoke up all polite and Anzanie felt like she had to do the same after her long bought of silence... "Misael... He is lovely, congratulations. It is nice to see you again, but what are you doing here?" Anzanie's pools stayed brick-like in their attempt to give nothing away, almost feeling like the girl who had been caught with her fingers in the sweet jar. Had she been flirting with Cera?

" . "