Ylva Alfrún
"Wolf Who Possess Hidden Knowledge"
Ylva listened to the Miraluka speak as she watched the Gamorrean enter the chamber at a waddle, the linens of his robes shifting to and fro with each step. His presence had been the most interesting development yet; she knew of the other Master although they had never met face-to-face. Finding Force Sensitive specimens amongst the Gamorrean people was extremely rare, and Ylva was curious to test his mind. Perhaps another time...Ylva told herself as she caught the tail end of Saran Drast's remarks on her own conduct. Ylva turned slightly in her seat to address the blind Knight that had decided it was her place to admonish the Jedi Master. "You may address me as Headmistress, not Miss Headmaster, my dear Knight. Your conflation of two contradictory engendered titles is an affront to spoken language." The old woman's tone was biting; she spared little patience for unnecessary deviations in discourse. "Knight Drast raises a grounded point, I believe," Ylva continued, decidedly focusing on the more pertinent portions of the Miraluka's contribution. "Though I would support the selection of our Battle Masters through the combative arts; violence is their speciality and conflict is the only objective measure of a Battle Master's merit. I would recommend a series of engagements testing various conflict disciplines over single confrontations, which ought to assuage any concerns of veracity of the selection methods."
At this point, Ylva looked more softly toward Veiere Arenais, the man who had called this most important meeting. "The Sword of the Jedi, however..." Ylva's voice, now soft where before it had been harsh, trailed off for a moment. She did not want to dissuade the younger Jedi; for all his ambition he was humble and sharp-minded. He would continue, Ylva believed, on a path to renown wisdom. "This is not a title one is bequeathed by their peers, or adopts." It was almost as if she were speaking only to Veiere. "It is something spiritual that is sacred to the community of Jedi of a given era. Jedi do not decide who shall be their Sword, Veiere. Rather, the Force inspires their discovery within each successive generation. Our Sword may not even be a Jedi; our generation may never even see the revelation of a Sword; perhaps it will see many; there may never again be a Sword of the Jedi." Ylva shrugged, the possibilities were truly endless. "One cannot truly know the future, but if you remain in tune with the Force, you may one day be inspired by its wisdom and discover a Sword amongst us." Ylva locked eyes with the experienced Jedi Knight, their mutual gaze sharing briefly a particular understanding of the Order's current plight. "And I certainly hope you do." Her voice was nearly a whisper and she seemed to be speaking to herself. The statement was oddly specific to Veiere, and for reasons Ylva could not explain (that she assumed was the work of the Force) she felt that he would be the one to discover his generation's Sword of the Jedi.
At this point, Ylva looked more softly toward Veiere Arenais, the man who had called this most important meeting. "The Sword of the Jedi, however..." Ylva's voice, now soft where before it had been harsh, trailed off for a moment. She did not want to dissuade the younger Jedi; for all his ambition he was humble and sharp-minded. He would continue, Ylva believed, on a path to renown wisdom. "This is not a title one is bequeathed by their peers, or adopts." It was almost as if she were speaking only to Veiere. "It is something spiritual that is sacred to the community of Jedi of a given era. Jedi do not decide who shall be their Sword, Veiere. Rather, the Force inspires their discovery within each successive generation. Our Sword may not even be a Jedi; our generation may never even see the revelation of a Sword; perhaps it will see many; there may never again be a Sword of the Jedi." Ylva shrugged, the possibilities were truly endless. "One cannot truly know the future, but if you remain in tune with the Force, you may one day be inspired by its wisdom and discover a Sword amongst us." Ylva locked eyes with the experienced Jedi Knight, their mutual gaze sharing briefly a particular understanding of the Order's current plight. "And I certainly hope you do." Her voice was nearly a whisper and she seemed to be speaking to herself. The statement was oddly specific to Veiere, and for reasons Ylva could not explain (that she assumed was the work of the Force) she felt that he would be the one to discover his generation's Sword of the Jedi.
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