Ooh!

There are winged people in the sky, going from place to place or just out for an idle flight, and assorted aerial vehicle traffic, zipping busily between its assorted destinations. The light of the sun and moon makes them all more visible than they were a minute ago. People take off from the ground and land on the sky-ceiling or vice versa.

This is a neat place.

When she returns to her room, there is a box on her balcony with a note taped to it. The note says, in legible if unpracticed handwriting: Power converter! Let me know if there's a compatibility issue! -Ashras

Ooh! She attempts to figure out the workings of the power converter.

The power converter is reasonably easy to figure out. Now she can charge her devices!

She does that. And sleeps.

The bed is very cozy. No one bothers her for as long as she'd like to sleep.

And in the morning (and several times in the middle of the night), she feeds her baby, and then goes looking for food for her.

"Hello again!" says Ashras. "Have you found the kitchen yet?"

"I identified something that was probably a kitchen but I didn't recognize most of the things in it so I'm at a bit of a loss for breakfast."

"I have read all the reports on interspecies food compatibility and I am qualified to solve this problem! Let's go see about that." He turns kitchenward.

She will look over his shoulder to know what's what in the future!

He produces several breakfast options - "in case there's local foods you turn out not to like - don't worry about rejected items going to waste, we have goats - speaking of which, I hear you met my grandfather! He says your baby is adorable."

"- that's your grandfather?"

"Yep! His name's Faidre and he's older than he looks. Wings do that."

"Wow, maybe I should accomplish something."

"I support this ambition! One day I hope to live in a world where everyone has wings."

"How much accomplishing needs, um, accomplishing?"

He shrugs. "Depends more on your own personal standards than anything. Some people write a book, some people stop a war. Some people grow a really spectacular vegetable."

Giggle. "What'd you do?"

"Diplomacy! When we were still figuring out human-ruikni relations, Dalvor urgently needed people to talk to them who were nonthreatening, hard to offend, and really good at seeing things from new perspectives. I was one of the first people to pick up their language - turns out I learn fast under pressure - so I helped. The wings came in when I got the news that some of my work had probably prevented a riot."

"Neat!"

"I like to think so!"

"I dunno if you have much, like, music, here -"