Rylee was all about Flying lessons. Not that she needed them but because it was a break from sitting during the average lessons. Getting to be up on her broom and fly free, the wind whipping through her hair and stinging her cheeks. Not many feelings were better than that.

With a warm smile on her face she made her way onto the pitch. "Good morning, Professor Adara," she greeted happily making her way closer. Blue-gray eyes first noticed the older brooms that were scattered about before spotting the box that were for their homework assignments. Pulling the parchment from her bag she dropped it into the slot in the top of the box and went to find a spot to stand and wait for the lesson to begin.