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Corvus wanted to look out, but the Wookiee was firm, pushing her head down into the sack, warning her to keep her arms inside, too, and to stay still, so she wouldn't disturb her carrier's balance.
Inside the quulaar, she felt the bag sway as the Wookiee walked to the edge of the platform lip. Then, with a grunt and a powerful leap, the Wookiee launched himself. They were falling, falling!
Seconds later the Wookiee smacked into a hard surface, clung, then began climbing rapidly upward. Leaves swished against the quulaar. She had just started to relax, when suddenly they leaped again!
The next few minutes, all she could do was try not to move, and to keep concentrating on not being sick. The sack swung and jerked and spun and slapped against the tree trunks, despite the Wookiee’s best efforts.
Swing, scramble, climb. Leap, grip, swing.
Grab, grunt, swing-climb ....
Corvus finally had to close her eyes, not that she could see much anyway, and just try to hang on. It seemed as though the nightmare journey took hours, but she realised when he checked her chrono later, that it had taken only about fifteen minutes.
Finally, with a last swing and grunt of effort, the movement stopped, and she found himself lying on the ground, still inside the quulaar.
When the world around her stopped spinning (which took a moment) the Corellian began clawing her way out of the sack.
Moments later, she was standing, legs braced wide apart for balance, on the great platform where the great, mostly enclosed city of Rwookrrorro was located. It was a massive, flattened ovoid, with homes studding the outskirts and scattered all over the platform. Branches grew straight up along the avenues, through the material making up the streets, adding touches of green.
The world steadied around her, and she drew a deep breath. The city before her was beautiful, in a way that was hard to describe. Not as pastel as Cloud City, Rwookrrorro had some of the same openness and airiness.
Perhaps because it was, like Cloud City, so high up?
Some of the buildings were several stories tall, yet they harmonised, somehow, with the treetops. All around them the vivid green topmost branches of the wroshyr trees swayed in the breeze. The sky overhead was blue, with a hint of green. Thick, flattened masses of sparkling white clouds drifted by.