Elsa

Lord Goddess above there was so much fucking work to be done. As Orangemoon was drawing towards the end, there was a list a mile long of shit she had to get done. One of them regarded crafting- as the crafters needed to use this seasons reserve of magic so that it didn’t go to waste. Unfortunately Helovian crafting didn’t come with rollover magic minutes. 

Grumbling she meandered her way towards the general gathering area. Around here others milled about- and it was her best chance at finding Alune and Anzanie. Gosh dangit what was with the “a” names? Alune, Anzanie, Alune, Anzanie. It got harder and harder to say the more she thought about it. Coming to a stop she oh so politely called out to the crafters. (Why was she doing this in the first place, wasn’t this her King’s job?) ”Alune, Anzanie please come here. We have much to discuss and complete within these next few days.” That came out a lot more politely than her original thought of “please get your asses over here and be my slave for a week”. One was beginning to think Elsa was in quite an agitated mood today. Edgar pecked her head to show his fervent agreement with her thought.

In his mind, she was becoming a cranky old woman. She needed to loosen up, get out more, maybe, you know, get a friend or something. All this sitting around, procrastinating, and then rushing was causing her to age at a rapid rate. By this time tomorrow she’d be as good as dead. 

"Morbi vestibulum mollis nibh a varius."
@Alune  
@Anzanie   

So its a sucky first post but basically she wants to assign crafting assignments to get done before Orangemoon so we can use crafting this season. <3 Also sorry she's an asshole.

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sometimes we expect too much of ourselves,

afterall, we are only mortal.

The Icebound

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 process of childbirth had felt like an eternity, but once the moment passed the fae now thought of it as a fleeting glimpse of her life gone in a flash. She had squashed back down her bodice into its natural self of splashed beauty, with her frame once again slender and the weight of a baby within her gone and now tottling along beside her. With her pale pools casting loving glances at Viserra, she wondered just how she had managed to think she never wanted this. At the same time, she wondered when she would get to see Misael again. She had not seen him since the birth of their daughter and she missed him deeply. The stag that had been so quick to bring her life when they met was now all she could think about besides loving and caring for their offspring.

Attempting to keep her body heat pressed against the leggy filly as the seasons became colder, Anzanie stepped light and quick enough with her lithe pillars over the hardening soil of the World's Edge. Orangemoon was ending and her life had been consumed but she knew that soon she would have to resume her duties as Glazier. Making her way through the high trees and dying foliage, Anzanie felt pulled towards something. She pulled her daughter close with soft words but still continued to keep her orbs fixed on the path ahead,
"Come quick now, my dear, we have to move..." Her nickering was in attempts to prevent any grumbles from a charismatic creature.

And then she had heard what she was expecting: the call. It stopped the exotic princess in her tracks and she pricked her lobes towards the direction of the sound. The voice was feminine in tones and sounded familiar to her. Elsa? Mapping out her short journey to her she then pressed forward, glancing back to make sure her little one was still close. She twisted and turned around the maze of trees that stood between her and her old friend before seeing her there in the clearing. Her words had called her but she did not know how frazzled she would look. Hastening herself towards the fae who had shown her the way to her herd she pulled up in front of her, dipping her cranium in greeting with a smile on her velveteens,
"Elsa, it is good to see you again. I do hope we have not kept you long," her words were squeaky with the excitement of seeing the ivory dame again, her tone then growing serious as she drew the topic back to business, "What is it you wouldlike to discuss?"

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