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 splashed mumbled her way through the Edge's terraria with heavy thoughts, particularly about the heavy thing she was unexpectedly carrying with it. The bulge within her belly was becoming noticeable, and to that the young fae felt uncomfortable with others knowing, particularly in the herd. But she knew that whilst she remained in a high position within the Edge her own mind would be content in knowing that the sprog would be born into a good life. Or she hoped...

But the Glazier's position was tricky in these circumstances, with life ever-changing. And as Anzanie made her way through the sun-dried world of her home, she knew that it could be wisped away in a matter of seconds. Underneath the late Tallsun rays it was clear to see that this was going to be one of those days. Especially when she heard the call of a familiar voice encouraging her to move to the sound: Tembovu. With a loving sigh and a heave from her dainty pillars the exotic princess fell towards the voice with the wind at her heels. She was eager to see her friend once more.

She soon came to the clearing, and her lobes picked out various voices who had ultimately beaten her to it. Was thi her first meeting? Anzanie slowed down, hesitant to find herself within a big crowd, especially when she did not know almost any of the creatures within it. The voices seemed to chatter away and with courage the little creature moved her way into the sea of winged creatures, horned ones and equines that were there.

She spotted Tembovu in his almighty stance, with his towering height casting almost shadows on the rest of them. Her orbs also tracked their way to little Erthë whom she remembered for her resistance in accepting Anzanie. She smiled kindly at her. Elsa, too, the dame who had recruited her into the Edge. She maintained her smile at her, glad to see a familiar face after all this time. Anzanie wondered curiously whether she had been treated well within that time. Two other faes she also recognised: Alysanne and Nyx, and she dipped her head in acknowledgement and tried to get closer to her closest friend in this herd of faces. She spoke to him, trying not to have her orbs caught by the striking good looks ofthe heavy horned brute with an ivory pelt splashed with ebony. He was a handsome creature, and the splashed somehow felt she knew him from somewhere...

Her mind was struck back to the meeting whereby she claimed her attendance to Tembovu with an ultimately squeaky, terrified and loud voice,
"My friend, you called! What is it that's so urgent?"

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