The entire meeting was a seething cauldron of unorganised chaos. It had started right at the moment that Elsa stepped down, much to Anzanie's horror. The ivory fae had always seemed so strong, even if she did at times let her emotions open to see. She had been sad, but the moment she stepped down from being Queen was the moment that she looked broken and miniscule, the entire world crashing down on her. And that was pretty much what was happening to the rest of the meeting members. There were so many that stood in the crowd, most of whom were spouting shit. Anzanie's lobes were pinned right back as Nyx dared to question Tembovu's judgement on Alysanne becoming the new Queen. Alysanne was not a fae that Anzanie had been acquainted with before, but the authority and almost nobility with which the fellow splashed lady held herself it was clear to her that she was the right choice - for now. A healer had as much right to be part of the ruling set as any battle-hardened creature.

In the melee of it all, the princess felt Glasgow speaking back to her with friendliness but amongst it all the Glazier was finding it difficult to hold any conversation, she nodded over to her and smiled, hoping that her apologetic stance and facial expression was enough to silence their conversation for another time. This was all too much. This creature spoke, that creature shouted, and another came in looking like a broken twig with blood and scratches all over her body. What was going on?

Anzanie never meant to be so oblivious and hardened from it all even though her beautiful cranium had the look of sheer horror on it. With her daggers smacking the sun-hardened ground in frustration, she could feel herself losing it.

With a huff she moved herself further into the crowd, much where Mauja had stood whilst he asked for forgiveness as he moved over. Her facial expression now ablaze, she spoke with such a loud voice to the rest, her old days as an authoritative creature showing through,
"Those who question their King's decision would do well to hold their tongue. Your quarrel is with yourself for questioning his authority. I welcome our Queen with utmost respect and hope that I can serve you as Glazier of this herd, Alysanne," she paused, hoping that someone was listening. To be quite honest, however, with such a loud volume in her voice and her skull etched like thunder it was hard not to sit up and take notice. She was Head Glazier of the Edge, and she would be listened to. Her's and Glasgow's work that the warriors took so freely was to be appreciated... "I believe it is time to make it known what us Glaziers have been doing recently. Tembovu has mentioned the battle equipment and spikes, something that will protect us from bordering herds and outsiders. But we have also been incredibly busy elsewhere," she paused once more, gazing around at the creatures and tried to look at Tembovu directly into the pools, her face softening as she did so, "Glasgow and I are currently in the process of creating the greenhouse at the border of the Edge, along with jars to accompany it. We hope that this serves as a hub for various ranks of the herd, including the healers who will be able to cultivate the herbs and nurture them in a safe environment," and with that Anzanie stood down. Her tassles were blowing in the wind but her splashed bodice felt nothing of its breeze, only the heat coming from the sun and eminating from within her. Her rage had caused her to have a hot flush.


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