Miel fluttered around the flower fields, his wings carrying him quickly as his wide golden eyes looked for anyone of interest. He had been lonely, wanting someone to love and worship, no matter their species or gender. His small, cuddly form looked a bit sleepy as he landed and rubbed his eyes, stumbling a bit as he regained his footing. He noticed a new face and he quickly moved his fingers to fluff up his hair even more. His soft, sweet voice called out with hope: "I'm Miel. Will you be mine?"