Leia's immense feet stand in front of you, sandal clad. Most of the other girls wearing them are doing so because of the hot weather, but she does so to give her feet a rest.
Some of the toes, and the back of the heels, have plasters stuck on them, covering sore spots where too-tight shoes have rubbed away her skin in the past. You are reminded of your own puny stature when you realise that you could quite easily be wrapped up in one of those plasters top to toe.
The left foot taps up and down now and again, not only smashing to the ground with tremendous force, but revealing the underside of the sandal; the random debris crushed and stuck there. You'd rather not join it.
Still, Leia is a friendly enough woman, and if you can but get her attention then she should be happy to help you out as much as possible. It's just that getting the attention of a three hundred and fifty feet tall person isn't going to be that easy.
Your only place of contact is the feet, and besides the risk of being flattened, the prospect of the stench is making that idea sound less and less pleasant. You have no other choice, however.
No, wait! You do! Edging around Leia's titanic right foot with the utmost of care, you inspect her heel. You should be able to peel back part of the plaster, stick yourself there and catch a ride with her that way. And when she changes her plasters, she's certain to spot you.
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