Much like usual Miarel was walking through the great expanses and beautiful fragrant forests of her home planet. There was so much history in this radiant splendour, but many of her kind merely maintained and ignored the beauty displayed. There was of course many a reason to keep such true profound grandeur in view, yes their cities were in the air, but the majesty below should never be neglected nor should their history. Some may have called her overly curious, but curiosity was rewarding and though their great spires and towers stood high in the sky, below there was natural wonder that should be cherished.
Right now she exploring a clearing ruins of their past cities dotting the areas whether old war machines overgrown and covered in flora or buildings where vines and greenery crept up. Remnants of their history, at times she wondered why no one chose to study all this. For one can learn from the past. As a species they had evolved a great deal, she was quite skinny with big feathery wings erupting from her shoulders and wearing green ensemble that provided for modesty. Although less like humans they did not have the prudish views of normal societies. In fact they only wore them out of comfort not need. And well that and to prevent bites and such by small insects.
As she regarded what appeared to have been a grand tower, she heard an engine and immediately her wings opened and she flew up high, regarding the source, immediately she noticed a ship. At first she was alarmed, but once again her curiosity won out as she carefully glided over the location and landed next to them, "Greetings Humans, welcome to Ahria. I am Miarel. You are trespassing on ancient ground and damaging the land. Can you please tell me why you have come here. We don't trade, nor do we converse with outsiders."