The perfectly pelted stag gave Anzanie a buzz deep within her heart and a glint in her eye, and for the naive little princess she had no idea what was yet to come. She wanted more, of course she did. But just what was more? Was Misael going to love her and leave her?

Anzanie's sadness at the link of the nickname with her old homeland felt like a knife stuck within her. It was something that was just too difficult to reiterate to another creature, at least, one who had never been placed in the same situation. The exotic fae had been torn from her homeland in a devil god's rage and quite literally thrown into the sea for her to wash up here. It was a miracle she survived. But remembering how that must have torn her family in two, losing their heiress, must have been quite unbearable. But she shook these thoughts out of her head and tried to show the remnants of this torturous tragedy fading from her pale pools. Her sad expression was attempted to be left behind as she turned her beautiful cranium back to the brightly hued Misael.

A small chuckle eminated from the brute, and with a faint smile across her velveteens she wondered whether she had actually made him smile. Anzanie was waiting, just waiting... Something was happening in this dark forest, and with the hours growing old and the conversation spurred on by the electricity between the paie it seemed like even the creepiest of places in Helovia could be soothed into a comforting place by Misael. And then he spoke again in that melting voice, to which the splashed threw her pools intensely at his own and listened. His words fell on her pelt like warm raindrops, soothing and state-changing. With a small sigh she replied,
"I'd happily be by your side for always, if I could, Mis..." Whatever she was speaking to him, it was cringey should anyone hear. But she understood that he wouldn't leave now.

She watched as Misael arched his cranium to touch her and with in a fleeting instance she reciprocated, and felt the buzz of contact as her muzzle pressed against his bodice. With the quietest mouse voice, Anzanie whispered, "Mis..." His scent was seemingly teeming with this and that, an overwhelming and seductive cologne on the senses and to this Anzanie let her sense of direction fall into it...

[OOC: HOLY CRAP. BABY :D
But basically this is where it can fade into black if you wish!]