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In which the Most High Priestess of Sirenna encounters a Sith heretic in her native habitat.
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"Yes."

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"And..."

She fiddles with the ring of Mind Blank for a moment, to test whether it gets in the way of the Force perceiving her when she's asking...

"...It looks like I've margin yet to go vanishing off somewhere, especially if we can figure out how to hide your miracles."

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It works like a barrier; it does not stop her from sensing herself, as that starts and ends within her. 

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"...I'm sorry, I'm not sure I understand what you mean?" She has extraordinary strength of will and the kind of limpid inner clarity it takes to see the divine. She is able to sound normal for Ophelia's sake.

Her limpid inner clarity is telling her that she is not coping brilliantly. Thank you, limpid inner clarity, that's very helpful. 

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...Sure, she won't argue with the favorable interpretation.

 

"If there's a big beacon of a portal going off again, either I'm going to need to do some impressive amounts of confabulation, or a way to veil it as you have veiled me.

"Thankfully, there's precedent to be able to do that with the Force, even if it requires such artifice as was seen with some of the ancient Dark Jedi exiles and never quite repeated."

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"...I've been meaning to ask, actually, what is your spear made of?"

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She squeezes her eyes shut and pulls herself together. "That would be appreciated, thank you. I am sorry, I - don't do well with being cooped up, I feel restless. I did not know I had this problem until now."

"Ah. This is adamantine, a metal of surpassing hardness, associated with Sirenna. ...It burns the wicked to touch it, I am sure you will be safe but be careful. Here." She can have it to look over. The spear is all metal, unusually, heavy to hold if you aren't the Most High. 

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The Force is with her, if her own muscles do not suffice.  (They will, though.)

 

She shifts it back and forth in her hands.  "It reminds me of beskar, somehow."

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"Interesting. I wish I could tell you more of how it was made. It is an ancient artefact. I believe adamantine can still be wrought, but it is a rare and difficult art, and the quality would not be so high. Possibly the Mandalorians came across something similar..."

"In an odd way it suits you, in fact."

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"It's certainly possible, though it has always struck me as though the beskar follows the Mando'ade moreso than the Mando'ade follow the beskar.  Nobody else has any.  So it feels as though they must be making it somehow, though I've never dared ask.  It's...  Mm.  It's sacred to them."

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"I don't know where it comes from, exactly. It could be that making it is the difficult part. Am I likely to make enemies if they are related and they find out I have some?"

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"...I think that could go either way, honestly.  You'll either get adopted or suspected of theft."

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