Luna smiled and after she packed up her wings, again with a look of agony as she no doubt hurt something that was well on the way to being mended, took a breath before calmly starting from the beginning.
"Once, there was a great island," said the princess in a story-like tone. "The island had no name or location in any world on which you or I ever existed. It is lost somewhere between all of time and space, connected to other realms and planes of existence through magical, seemingly randomly appearing doors. One by one the islanders began to arrive. We appeared with no rhyme or reason; we were taken from our homes--as you have been, now--with no approval of acceptance. The island was already imbued with houses, streets, and shops yet basic utilities did not function. The islanders needed to use their unique skills to create a society just like any other..."
Luna looked back at the dome and out into space.
"This ship is very similar too the island, as far as I have been told. There are stores in the...mall...but they are run-down and require fixing. We have some form of control over steering and flight yet not all of us know how and we must rely on those who do." She put her petite hand on the glass as she stared out the window, keeping Amos' reflection in her sights.
"You've been placed here just like the rest of us. Some believe it a blessing; they come from ceaseless strife and difficulties. Others consider it a curse; a complacent prison just as you say, with enough room to live some form of life but it is not a free one."