Leia's liable to be on her toes when arrived at any unplanned, and currently unknown destination. She's got no idea where exactly they are- or at least she is, no one's responding to her communicator and there's no sign of Han or Luke nearby; she tugs the hood up over her braided hair being out in such an open, populated city.
It's the ear-piercing screech and the shadow cast by the feathery being that has her look up in horror; sithspit, what is that thing? The flying beast dives sharply in a false swoop, snapping, a squeal from a startled local bringing her yell out at those nearest. "Take cover! Move." Drawing her pistol she rapidly fires a few bolts, her aim might be exceptional, it still takes a strike as the creature swoops again, to see it hit the ground before her. Leia steps over to inspect it, with a nudge of her white boot.
iii: homesick bazaar
She's certainly gone hungry before and rations aren't always much better, however, Leia tends to be able to focus her mind and actions toward something other than her stomach. But there's a very particular smell that catches her focus; which she can't ignore because it's so distinct and though she does remind herself she can't hover for too long. The displays are filled with fruits lost to the galaxy with Alderaan's destruction. But it's not just edibles from the native plantlife.
There's a tray cut with squares of custard bread. A delicacy; to Leia anyway. One she hasn't smelled or tasted since her childhood on Alderaan. More unusual still, are Memily's Baskets, an sweet oven baked pastry filled with fruit; a treat made by and named after her palace caretaker. Impossible. She wants to ask how, but she's held to the spot by confusion and the nostaligic tug on her senses, linked too closely to heartache. Leia's snapped out of it some upon being encouraged to try a free treat, warmly and happily by one of the vendors.
Leia Organa | Star Wars
Leia's liable to be on her toes when arrived at any unplanned, and currently unknown destination. She's got no idea where exactly they are- or at least she is, no one's responding to her communicator and there's no sign of Han or Luke nearby; she tugs the hood up over her braided hair being out in such an open, populated city.
It's the ear-piercing screech and the shadow cast by the feathery being that has her look up in horror; sithspit, what is that thing? The flying beast dives sharply in a false swoop, snapping, a squeal from a startled local bringing her yell out at those nearest. "Take cover! Move." Drawing her pistol she rapidly fires a few bolts, her aim might be exceptional, it still takes a strike as the creature swoops again, to see it hit the ground before her. Leia steps over to inspect it, with a nudge of her white boot.
iii: homesick bazaar
She's certainly gone hungry before and rations aren't always much better, however, Leia tends to be able to focus her mind and actions toward something other than her stomach. But there's a very particular smell that catches her focus; which she can't ignore because it's so distinct and though she does remind herself she can't hover for too long. The displays are filled with fruits lost to the galaxy with Alderaan's destruction. But it's not just edibles from the native plantlife.
There's a tray cut with squares of custard bread. A delicacy; to Leia anyway. One she hasn't smelled or tasted since her childhood on Alderaan. More unusual still, are Memily's Baskets, an sweet oven baked pastry filled with fruit; a treat made by and named after her palace caretaker. Impossible. She wants to ask how, but she's held to the spot by confusion and the nostaligic tug on her senses, linked too closely to heartache. Leia's snapped out of it some upon being encouraged to try a free treat, warmly and happily by one of the vendors.