The moon had returned.

Muriel had slowly adapted to the ever blackened world that they had all been left in, though her past from Janet made her insides quiver with fear that they really had been abandoned by the Gods, and the Gods had not been simply ripped away. She feared it would not be temporary, that she’d live in a lightless world for the rest of her young life. Despite all this, and the crash of hope she’d experienced on the rocky, electric blue surface of the Veins, nothing could crush or smother the light that shone inside her being. It had taken time, but she had slowly grown a bit more confident in a land where the sky and soil were no longer distinguishable. As badly as it hurt her, she had gotten used to being unable to fly. Born with twice the amount of wings as any pegasus she had yet to encounter outside of Janet, Muriel was meant to fly. Born to. It killed her to be stripped so violently of this gift, this passion. A child of Heaven was meant for the sky, and without it, she was broken and useless.

Leliel was missing once again. Shamsiel had yet to show his face as well. Muriel’s love for Leliel was timeless, and yet she felt forgotten, useless, abandoned. Betrayed. She’d scoured the lands by foot and by wing- when she dared to do so, and only around the glowing golden trees- but he had disappeared completely. With his absence the pale roseate doll had to come to terms with the fact that she’d yet to make any friends, that she’d been at his heels like the lovesick fool she was the entire time she was in Helovia. So as the warming weather enticed her out of her slumber and into awakening, she yawned and shuffled her wings and decided she would be lonely no more. Muriel would wait for Leliel forever, but she loved people far too much to abandon all hope of friendship.

With the glow of the moon and stars, Muriel had been gifted with the ability to fly once more. Flying at night was something she’d done before, something every wingborn creature was fated to experience at least once. So she wasn’t expecting anything in particular to catch her eye. But the moonlight glinting off the back of a deeply colored hide and shining off a pale horn attracted her hyper wandering attention. At first, she’s hesitant on landing. After all her mind is still wired to looking for Leliel and Shamsiel. Even so, she desperately wants company, conversation, something. How a chipper, loving person like her could go so long without talking to someone was hard to comprehend. So she tipped her wings and dove down, her extra two giving her a faster stopping speed, and therefore the ability to pierce down towards the ground in an exhilarating fall.

Wings open, knees bend, and she lands upon the earth with a solid thud.

Tossing her dark coral and gold locks Muriel put on a sunny smile and quickly ran towards the other female. "Hi there!” She called jovially, warm plum eyes glittering with kindness and curiosity. Folding her feathery appendages she neared, smile still wide and warm. "I’m Muriel! What’s your name? Where are you from?” Querying over both rather rapidly, her naturally excitable nature showing through in the way she danced in place, making little hops to this side and that, tail dancing along and wings shuffling happily like a preening, cooing bird.