The petite princess, so short for such a long lifetime, picked her way through the treeline before appearing before Amos. She smiled with relief at having found a total stranger; but then that had been the task all along. Turning to make sure her cape wasn't caught on any of the lower branches, Luna picked it and her skirt hem up enough to hurry forward with ease to greet the man, wings peeking out from beneath her cloak as they trailed behind her damaged and unable to fully retract.
"Amos?" she asked as she closed the gap. "I'm glad to have found you." Dark hair danced on her shoulders and there was an instance where it seemed to shift and move of its own accord, as if in a soft breeze that was not present in the space dome. It was subtle, faint, perhaps like the people of his tattoos. Only if you looked closed did it seem to happen.