Being late appeared to the only thing that Anzanie was good at so far. The newly appointed Glazier flung herself into the vicinity of the Edge where she found Tembovu and a strikingly light ivory fae, young in the face and in age. She was a very young thing, and Anzanie silently wondered where her mother was. The little thing was an incredible contrast against the massive mudded frame of Tembovu. The pair seemed deeply intent on something, and Anzanie instinctively knew that where she were to find her friend, Tembovu, she would find him crafting. That seemed to the running theme in their few encounters.

With a flustered skull and her heart pounding within her dainty bodice, Anzanie flung her high pitched voice into the mix, hoping to be caught up by either of them,
"Hello Tembovu! What are you doing here?" Her curiosity sounded more rude than anything, and Anzanie felt a wash of embarrassment run over her dainty frame.

As she stood within the warmth of the Tallsun season, the Edge lit up with the greens and browns of the trees and foliage that made up its mysterious terraria. And the exotic princess wondered whether even the beauty of her new home would ever make her feel quite at home as she felt back in Irrespitine...

Noticing Tembovu's evident concentration on what he was doing, Anzanie felt the need to join in and the splashed was quick to volunteer herself, "May I help?"

A shrill sound came from the young ivory thing, to which Anzanie let out a small laugh of humour. She had never seemed to scare another creature, not with her own sweet features. Nothing could be scared by such a pathetically cute fae. But this young stranger seemed to be worried, and even as she spoke to Tembovu in a hushed tone Anzanie could catch the words, "who's that?. Anzanie pretended not to hear in order not to hurt the little thing's feelings.

With the mist moving its way around Tembovu's massive features, he remains quite to the little ivory and instead Anzanie caught him bumping her with a knee large enough to knock her out. But with such a gentle soul as her friend, Anzanie knew that he only meant well. He then turned himself back to the splashed in greeting. He then proceeded to explain himself, why he was here. Anzanie's lobes tilted forward in interest, the desire to help too overpowering for her to do anythig else. And then he introduced the little fae as Erthë. Anzanie smiled towards Erthë and then turned her attention back to Tembovu as he continued. She listened intently to everything, taking in every bit of information he gave her about wishing to raise the spikes to defend the Edge from the intruders on the other side of the Wall.

I can shape the mists, but they lose shape when I look to see where to grow the spikes.

His sense of dejectedness only caused Anzanie to feel even stronger about helping her colleague. She stepped forward, her neck holding her beautiful cranium high, and with a warm expression over her face she spoke to him,
"That does sound like quite the task. But I'm sure with the three of us," her pools turned to look at Erthë and she smiled in reassurance to her, "We can do this in no time!"

Tembovu gave his instructions to the pair of females and Anzanie nodded eagerly. She turned herself to position her frame behind the huge bodice of her friend, and waited for his command. But he then spoke once more, a chilling sentence that sounded like poetry:

"Spikes won't build themselves."

And Anzanie replied, "Spikes don't buiild themselves, but we do."

The little ivory fae seemed to calm down to Anzanie's pools, particularly when Tembovu gave the nudge of reassurance with his huge kneecap. She seemed to squeak with enthusiasm at the prospect of helping the two Glaziers with their duties, and this made Anzanie spread a smile across her velveteens. It reminded her of wanting to be in on the duties of her herd's work back in Irrepsitine, the joy she took out of believing that she was helping them go about their daily lives and helping her dynasty remain great. Those were the days...

Back in the real world Anzanie went about watching Tembovu with keenness, waiting for the perfect moment for her to step in. She minded herself not to scare Erthë in case she did the little creature harm and then she would have her mother to answer to. So keeping a distance from her, she remained as close as could to the spikes that she were to help assemble within the Wall. The defence was coming about nicely, as they went about fixing them up and using their crafting magic to seal them within the eternal glass that isolated them from the hordes outside of the Edge. The mist glistened underneath the high sun bearing down on them, viciously enough to cast out their moisture and seep it into the already dry ground. But Anzanie's temperature was just right, kept cool by the new glass sprouting from her own powers and that of her friend's, new glass that was untouched by the sun unlike the Wall that had seen countless rays.

Erthë's wishes of wanting the same crafting magic as herself and Tembovu made Anzanie feel slightly warmer to the child, silently wishing the little ivory the best of hope. But did she really wish what she said? Her sighs came with the mind of a child, the wants and desires of every mortal thing they saw or imagined, but never as they truly believed they would want when older. She gave words of encouragement to her, with a soft high voice,
"Well, Erthë, if you still wanted to become one when you're older you could always become the Glazier's apprentice!" Her pools softened with her words and she smiled a warm expression at the little thing.

And then her attention was quickly drawn back to the matters at hand. Anzanie still considered herself inexperienced with the job of Glazier, and this perhaps made her panicky inside. She had to get it right, particularly after Tembovu was standing her before her. She watched him with awe as his massive frame collected itself, his pelt a mixture of the mist he produced and the sweat that trickled from him as a result of the toil he was experiencing. She too felt a slight hot flush come about, knowing that it was from the job at hand and not from the temperature that she was used to. With her mind oblivious to any issues that her friend may have, the splashed quickly continued to follow behind him and with her own concentration sealed and healed the Spikes, making sure they remained in the position the great brute desired. The mist glided from around her own pillars she was in the stream, and with all the effort she poured into the defence structure, she felt at peace with the world.