The night was young!

Well, the night was always young in this silent world of darkness, only permeated by the periodic, ritualistic rising of the silver orb in the sky. It was far better than the sightlessness they'd been plunged into at the beginning of this episode, but truly, what right did she have to complain? She could fly at last, participate in the activity she cherished as if worshiping of it like a deity. At times, she longed, ached for Janet. She missed the land of the angels, missed feeling as if she belonged. She was even beginning to miss Shamsiel! But of all those who had disappeared without a trace, her beloved Leliel was at the top of the list. Emotions ran rampant in her mind at the thought of him. If he were to appear at that very moment, she would not know whether to scream, cry, or shout in exaltation. Somewhere inside, she knew he did not love her as she did, but she could hope, couldn't she?

Oops, where was her mind goi-?!

Her ribbon-laced leg caught a branch from where she'd drifted too far down, and she yelped and went tumbling down awkwardly through the trees, dual wings shifting and easily snapping the twigs she encountered on the way down. Like a parachute, she snapped them open as soon as she could once she had enough room, stumbling as her pale pink hooves hit the earth in the darkened realm of the shifting shadows below the canopy of leaves that began to bud desperately despite the lack of sun.

Shrugging her shoulders lightly, she decided it wouldn't hurt to roam the Threshold. After all, who knew what she'd find? It wasn't as if she had anywhere to be, anything to do, or anyone to meet. Life as an outcast was lonely. Maybe she could help somebody else who was lost and wandering?

After a few mindless minutes of roaming, her wish was granted. Pounding hooves were heard in the distance, and Muriel stopped and perked her ears, nostrils flaring curiously. It moved closer. Closer. Turning to face what she believed was the same way as the approaching faceless wanderer, she watched with prim purple irises as a chocolate hued form burst from the foliage and raced past her. Starting, Muriel chased after the youth, curiosity sinking its claws into her like the evil little feline it was. "Hey, wait! Slow down! Is everything alright?" she called in her soft, chipper voice, though worry strained and coated her vocals audibly.

Oh, yay! She slowed down! Muriel pricked her ears happily when the newcomer halted her blind sprinting, accelerating her own in order to catch up to the other wanderer. As she moves closer, she steps into a patch of quicksilver moonlight, a happy warm smile upon her pale coral features, showing the younger fae that she was no threat and in fact a friend. Aureate accents glitter upon her skin, four roseates lifting from her shoulders as her plum eyes shine happily at having happened upon someone who could become a friend. As she danced closer on her nimble fuchsia hooves a voice rang out from the fae, asking who she was. Giggling lightly, Muriel called back in her sweet, airy soprano tones. "I'm Muriel! What's your name?" Blinking her big doe eyes at the other female, smile still serene and sincere upon her features, she shuffled her quad wings and slowed to a stop as she came close enough.

Ah, the stereotypical query over habitat and placement. Where am I? Muriel's voice was honeysuckle and sugar as she responded oh so sweetly with, "You're in Helovia! Sorry for it being so dark, the Gods that rule this place ah...sort of...disappeared temporarily. But no worries! They left us with some light until they return!" Chirping happily she sashayed closer, a bubble of golden sparkles and shimmering ribbons of light, happy and innocent. That was completely Muriel, all she was and every would be.

Just don't think about Leliel, and how he cast you aside, and the betrayal inside your heart. Don't think at all.

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Notes: Sorry, was writing this as you posted that, so I didn't see it ^^; and my s key is sticky so any missing letters, that's why

Pale rose ears were perked eagerly upon her cranium, awaiting an answer from the young maiden. It was custom to offer a name before requesting one, right? Yet the newcomer seemed reluctant to offer hers, even upset, before she finally softly murmured an answer. "Farasha." Muriel made a soft sound of awe in her throat, plum jewels alight with the new discovery that she truly hadn't made since Farasha had gifted it to her as with any other verbally presented piece of knowledge. A rather quiet one, this fae, but Muriel had always been one to make up for the silence with her own joy of simply talking and meeting new people. "Farasha? How pretty! Nice to meet you, Farasha!" Eagerly she tried the new name upon her tongue, finding it to roll pleasantly and suit her ears rather happily.

Then again Muriel was rather innocent and her simplistic joyousness often led to her being deceived by those of bad blood and moral. So candidly, Farasha could have been the most demonic and bloodthirsty of all souls thriving, and Muriel would have been pleasantly oblivious to it all.

Avian aureates kept lingering upon her wings, and Muriel giggled sheepishly, turning her cranium in a demure manner. "S-Sorry, I know they're a little weird. Where I came from, having four wings was normal, but in Helovia...well the only others I know of came from my homeland too," she offered shyly, laughing softly. She'd gotten used to the stares, they truly didn't bother her very much. After all, she would probably stare too if she were them! It was like having two extra legs sticking out of your breast, just waving around like it was the most natural thing in the world. Muriel giggled aloud at the mental image.

Oh, crud, herds. Muriel tilted her crown towards the heavens, pondering with a soft hum. "We~ll...my friend Onni lives in the Dragon's Throat, our species usually populates that place, though they're all very friendly! It's very warm there too, being a desert, but I haven't visited much." Inwardly she noted to herself that she should visit Onni as soon as she could, she missed the other optimistic doe.

"Then there's the World's Edge, they're the sister herd of the Dragon's Throat, and support equality and have really strong herd members from what I heard. The Basin...well you wouldn't be accepted there, from what I know, so I would stay away from there. Plus it's really cold!" A shiver danced across her skin as if in sympathy of those who dwelled in the frozen climate.

"The Windtossed Foothills is ruled by a mercenary group, that's all I really know about them. But I can take you to any of them if you'd like!" Muriel danced around on her fuchsia hooves, exhilarated by the idea of helping out the young newcomer.

How lucky she was to have fallen out of the sky today!