Baifa Monü Zhuan
Junko stood at the forward railing, her petite frame wrapped in a fresh robe of pale jade silk that fluttered in the landing breeze. At five feet two and one hundred ten pounds, she appeared almost ethereal against the grandeur unfolding below, her light golden skin glowing warmly in the morning light. Her coal-black hair, now deepened to its richest midnight shade from the quiet anticipation of homecoming, was caught in an elegant updo secured with jade pins; force beads dangled softly at her temples like tiny guardians. Her large, lustrous eyes black with those shifting flecks of green and blue surveyed the palace with a mixture of pride and quiet relief.
The crimson flush of her cheeks deepened slightly as the airship settled with a gentle thud, mooring lines securing it to stone pylons etched with protective runes. Beside her stood her war wife, tall and imposing, deep ebony skin still carrying a faint sheen from the night's journey, her powerful form clad in simple yet regal attire of dark leather and silk accents. The attendants handmaidens in flowing jade robes embroidered with silver thread formed a respectful semicircle behind them, carrying small ceremonial chests and banners that snapped softly in the wind.
The crimson flush of her cheeks deepened slightly as the airship settled with a gentle thud, mooring lines securing it to stone pylons etched with protective runes. Beside her stood her war wife, tall and imposing, deep ebony skin still carrying a faint sheen from the night's journey, her powerful form clad in simple yet regal attire of dark leather and silk accents. The attendants handmaidens in flowing jade robes embroidered with silver thread formed a respectful semicircle behind them, carrying small ceremonial chests and banners that snapped softly in the wind.