Nausicaa ducks out of the palace gates with a laugh, waving to the (mostly ceremonial) guards flanking it as she takes a few quick steps down the path. Then, with a hop, she's airborne, arms spread wide, orange cape (which is totally cool and not lame or a hazard, Sue) fluttering behind her as she spirals up, then soars over to the city.
She's running late to meet her sister, but none of that really seems to matter right now. The sun's warm, the air's just the right amount of nippy, and the new air traffic protocols she helped her mom with seem to be working out well, since there's things are currently flowing smoothly between the local air or ground-to-space craft and the free-fliers like her.