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Up high in the sky, far outside of normal eye, a land floats through the air. Even though it can not be seen, it can be reached, and it is far from desolate. The entire land, and especially the Capital is bustling with life. Mainly winged beings live here but non winged too roam these parts. It is peaceful, having no enemies at their borders, and is justly ruled by an angelic household (monarchy). At this moment the Queen is the sole ruler, her husband having died a number of years ago and left her childless. She lives in her palace at the Capital and oversees the entire city.
The sky was clear blue, not a single cloud in sight, when Layana made her way through the busy market street. She had heard a rumor of a medicine man that would be able to help her with her little wing dilemma. Unfortunately the guy was either not in, or just a hoax, because there was no one to be found aside from the crowd. A sigh escaped her lips before she squirmed out the end of the street and into the more regular roads.
She had only arrived here a few days ago, but she had seriously thought that she would have been able to find a few answers a bit sooner than this. Lazily Layana ran her hand through her hair and looked from left to right. Where the heck was she? This place was so huge and spacious that it was near impossible to remember every street, for her at least. Was it left, or right to go back to the inn. She sighed again. Under normal circumstances she would have just spread her wings and flown up to figure out where she was, but she couldn't do that now. Well, she could, it just wasn't smart. This darn bat like wing just threw her balance completely off and had grounded her basically since it started to deform. What she wouldn't give to just be able to fly again, get rid of this stupid smooth wing and have her soft fluffy 'cushions' back.
It had been a long travel from her home town to here, luckily she had been able to hitch a ride on the back of a farmer's wagon till halfway the way. The rest she had been walking. And more walking she would do today. She went left in hopes of going the right direction and started walking down the road.