Orangemoon had come, so fast... Anzanie traipsed through the foliage that had been so dry and welcoming to her during Tallsun which was now falling to the floor, crunching as her dainty daggers stepped over them. The noise struck chords in her lobes as the silence between the tall trees gave heed even further to her lonliness. Tallsun had not been kind to her and now she was starting to run away from herself. The Glazier had abandoned all she had held dear: her post, her child, her lover, her life.

But as she padded further through her homeland, the splashed princess felt like she was being pulled away from her conscious absence and back into the still warm atmosphere of the real world. It was crisp and the warmth was dying as she gave a little shiver, whilst hearing the echoes of voices in that same air. The orange hues of the leaves that dangled above her beautiful frame seemed to blend in and give a whole new meaning to beauty, her bodice camoflaging itself whilst being wrapped in a cloud of ivory silhouetting against the brown bark.

She stepped into the melee that was unfolding under her nose. Anzanie could hear the smashing of glass through the distance and soon picked up the pace with a feeling of anticipation at what was going on. She disliked the sound of shattering glass, as she thought of all the time that she may have spent crafting one of the pieces that had now evidently been destroyed. With a slight anger in her usually bubbly demeanor, her pools squinting with the frustration, the young fae jumped into the mixture of creatures that were causing the noise. She huffed as she saw that everybody seemed to be using their own chemical mash up of magic to break the glass, whilst others simply threw themselves on it. Before giving herself time to think, Anzanie squeaked,
"What are you all doing?! Why would you do this?!" Ruffled, the tassles of ivory swept across her cranium and she searched through the sea of faces to see any that she recognised, her expression far from content. Breathing heavily she peeked through the faces of golden, two tone, bay and the one familiar face that would always send her back into a calm lull: Tembovu. Anzanie took one step back, her head hanging down to her chest as she realised again just how unlike her she was becoming. Mbwene was as adorable as ever, with others embracing their companions too. It made Anzanie feel even more lonely.

With a slow walk and the occasional turn of the head to look at the glass that was being tested to the max, the splashed princess stepped her way over to her King. The Glazier was always sad now, with little reasoning that justified her for feeling that way. But her pools gave away a little more than that when she glanced at her Elephant King, "Good day to you Tembovu, what brings you and these others here? I would like to know why there's so much glass being ruined!" Her attempt at humour was pitiful. But without knowing how to go about it, Anzanie felt like she needed to perhaps be more involved in whatever it was that was going on here. She just did not feel like breaking the glass...

[OOC: starter thread if this is okay! Anzanie will break glass after if needed?]
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