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.