a lost princess and a lovestruck bird

Princess Rayla looked down at the courtyard from her balcony, forearms and hands swinging over the railing. Her light seafoam green dress was ruffled by the slight wind. She looked up at the blue cloud-filled sky and sighed. The Skywing elves were high up in the air, they had been holding flying practice near the Katolis castle do to the usual course at the school being under maintenance. They looked like they were having fun. Rayla brought a five-fingered hand up to her ear and felt the roundness of it, the humanness of it. She sighed, despite the rigorous training she had to do on the daily Rayla felt like she hadn't done much at all. She felt like a shapeless blob, is what she felt like.