Miosa
^{The Angel of Nature}

Noon rising. Empty gravel street. A forest as green as ever, with flowers blooming across. The moment is come. The sun all but eclipsed Terniosa and Qatur. A brief moment of 2 minutes of which the sun loomed across the arch of the 8th water tower. Its shadow casting across the forest isles, in the lazy sleepy forest cove of Terniosa. The forest dragons of the mire took little notice, they curl again. 

Two tiny feet touch the ground. Her breath tiny, her figure smol. Draped in the goodness knows how many commandments of the Deer Anima she arrives. Emotions strident, green like the forest - and a small flower blooming upon her tail. Decorated in leaves, decorated in bloom; little dragon Miosa chirps once upon the air. Her voice ethereal, signals to the heavens. Chiming towards the Waldgeist in the skies. She hath arrived; She the Second Angel. The tiny playful stars which revolved her shoulders in heaven were still... ablaze. But now was not the time. She coughed, and the little balls of plasmas took their mortal forms... respectively. becoming thin like gold, floating lil sigils representing the king's emblem.

For here awaits my destiny. So here is where I intend to be. In the grace of the great forgiveness. In the solitary ocean, between nations and their awful kings. For here awaits my fate. One wrapped in leaves, the trees, and the gentle shroud of the ocean. I await the day when my Inspiration arrives. I await the day when I can feel her leaves upon my.

...Many years ago. In the Darian day of the 1st of Mina. The Second Angel of the Amigaelé was reborn upon Silvaques. She, The Angel of Nature gentled the forests, groomed the verdant trees. Every night, she dug her paws upon the scrolls - black and gold ink. Learning her culture. Learning her way of worship to the Great Anima; The Deer. Many years ago, during this very day. the lil Angel of Nature held her will close to her soul, her promise even deeper within. She tended to every tree and every plant. 

Soft Lantern burning. In that tiny abode. Miosa has long forgotten her life amongst the stars. The memories of the celestial orrery was no more. The world to her now, was golden ink and black parchment. The words of loyalty and worship like light blinding, she reaches for the skies. Her loyalty now lay in the pantheon of the Sultanate. And whilst in the forest with the trees and silvergrass... her eyes follow the wires which tangled between the water towers, the same wires many dragons use as clothes racks. A little itch gave her an impression. An impression that someday, someone would appear in just that place. She has yet to understand her role in this story.

Personality
The persona of the Angel of Nature was soft and meek. The years upon this isle has shaped her into a peculiar loyal angel. Her voice soothes and heals. And upon her pouch she carries many things bestowed upon her... Simplicities like bottlecaps or scraps of wrapping paper entrusted by others held the most important meaning to her. Her color was that of nurture and protection. And she will protect anything you bestow upon her, regardless of its value. Just like the many Oaths she spoke in the worship upon the 11th Isle Thalaat. She never lets go. Beyond sacrosanct words spoken and taught, The Little Leaf Wyvern was all she knew. All she thought off, and all she desired. The little lanterns in her eyes still burn, irradiating warmth and healing.

Interactions
She is handed an item from you. She gazes at you with glazed caring eyes. Little do you know that you just made a Soul Pact and now you are bound. Oh that little piece of paper you discarded to her? or that scarf you told her to place? or that lunchbox of lunch you gave her to eat? no. she's protecting it with her life just for you. There is no way to un-write this pact.

^{I protect you, as angel, as dear. You are closest to me my wyvern, and I will not let 
any element hurt you nor touch you.}