Redtail Rise Like no one ever was,

The princess was bored. 

Fed, warm, recovering, but bored. Her little body was too frail still for her to be able to bounce about or play or entertain herself, but that didn't mean that she just slept all the time. This place was boring. She sat and watched the orange leaves fall for like...TEN MINUTES. And that was all that there had been for her to see. Prophet could not entertain her for every minute of the day. 

So she groaned. She huffed. She rolled over onto her other side, and let out a yip when something uncomfortable jabbed her in her ribs. She wanted a more comfortable bed, and she wanted something to pass the time. She sighed. She grumbled. She yelped, just to hear her voice disappear through the trees. That wasn't a bad trick. She did it again. And again. And again. Varying the pitch each time, but it was neat to see how long her voice lasted on the air before it disappeared, until that too became boring. 

She rolled over again, and kicked the little stick that'd jabbed her out of the way with one foot. Dramatically, she groaned, and flopped over on her back, tilting her head back until she could only see the ground when she opened her eyes. 

She was alive, but she was bored to death.