Scar-Faced Hag
"Peaceful indeed; it is my hope that Ukatis will remain as such for a long time to come."
A bloody civil war had rocked the planet less than two decades ago, which ultimately lead to a more progressive rule. Progressive for Ukatis, not necessarily for the galaxy.
Cora seemed as delighted by the prospect of peace as she was by how easily Liin and Desric seemed to slide into a natural conversation. While she'd visited New Cov with its marvelous biodomes that insulated the planet's people from the wild jungle, she hadn't made it to Arcadia yet.
It was fascinating to learn how New Cov's biodomes had influenced other modern infrastructure across the galaxy. Perhaps there wasn't a need for such advancements on Ukatis (yet), but it was a good idea to stay abreast of the latest galactic technologies.
A brief spray from renegade Vera's water gun was duly blocked by a royal guard, though a few droplets landed at her cheek. Cora laughed softly and brushed them away, following the impromptu water gun battle between child and father with great amusement.
It seemed that the mood of the festival was far removed from the drudgery of her engagement party. That was a good thing.
Cora was not the only one who'd borne witness to the father-daughter water gun battle; a crimson hued Twi'lek garbed in Jedi robes had also stopped to watch the impromptu show. It was not her dress or species that drew Cora's attention—though to be fair, they did—so much as it was the little racyon cuddled in her arms.
"My, you two seem to be thick as thieves already." The observation was made with good humor, and she peered closer at the cradled creature and smiled.
"It's said that when racyon are bonded to another being, they can share visions of the future—though I'm not sure how much truth there is to that. Maybe they're just more observant of patterns than most, or maybe they really do possess strange powers."
The racyon cub trilled softly, swiveling its ears around as if it were trying to parse out her words, and Cora chuckled quietly. The Princess’ gaze slid over to Desric and Liin; she wondered slyly if Miss Terallo liked animals, and if she could manage to bribe Cadence into sneaking a racyon onto Desric’s yacht.