As the two women moved slowly, rhythmically, Iwata studied the Princess. She could see the lovely jedi was thinking on things. How curious it would be to know the things a princess pondered upon. Even so close, Iwata had a hard time finding any flaw in the woman's moonlit porcelain features. It was sheer pleasure to enjoy the dance with Junko, the feel of her slight but graceful form as they glided along the duracrete parapet.
"I am not sure how much time you have spent on the back of a longma, your Highness, but they are incredibly surefooted. It may not be as comfortable as a palanquin though. The right sort of droid may handle the terrain." The young soldier offered. One would think it rather unusual, and brave, for a princess to accompany such an expedition. But
Junko Ike
was also a Jedi Master, more than able to take care of herself, in spite of the array of guards, and Xifang, that surrounded her.
"I am not sure how much time you have spent on the back of a longma, your Highness, but they are incredibly surefooted. It may not be as comfortable as a palanquin though. The right sort of droid may handle the terrain." The young soldier offered. One would think it rather unusual, and brave, for a princess to accompany such an expedition. But
![Junko Ike](/data/avatars/s/1/1169.jpg?1675679495)