Miro was the picture of thoughtfulness as she contemplated how best to express the reality of the matter. When she did speak, her words were occasionally punctuated by mild gestures, with or without fork.
"All things considered, I assume you mean considering the force tradition I follow rather than any auxiliary skills I may possess. To answer you properly, you must know something about my tradition. You see, the Je'daii believe that the force is not a singular power. Not a singular entity. Too many Jedi in my own age, and I assume this one, believe that the force is a unified essence. They are mistaken. There are many faces, many sides to the force. I am a steward of only one. You would know it as the 'light side'; in the tradition I follow, it is called the Ashla. A Je'daii does not see the Ashla as a weapon. It is an ally. A mentor. One who protects me when it must."
She ran a hand through her curls and continued. "Your question is a difficult one to answer because by my lights, the power I have is not mine, just as the power you wield is not technically yours. After all, if we clasp hands, who is holding who....By the same token, the only limits to the Ashla's power are the ones I impose on myself, consciously or otherwise. The Ashla is limitless." Chuckling to herself, she took a sip of her drink and leaned back a bit in her chair.
"If you want a litany of all that I have done through the Ashla, it'll take quite some time...though how's this for a start: once, when I was a padawan, soon before I left the Order, I survived a Sith tomb on Korriban, and thanks to a helpful Sith acolyte, I even survived un-scarred."
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"All things considered, I assume you mean considering the force tradition I follow rather than any auxiliary skills I may possess. To answer you properly, you must know something about my tradition. You see, the Je'daii believe that the force is not a singular power. Not a singular entity. Too many Jedi in my own age, and I assume this one, believe that the force is a unified essence. They are mistaken. There are many faces, many sides to the force. I am a steward of only one. You would know it as the 'light side'; in the tradition I follow, it is called the Ashla. A Je'daii does not see the Ashla as a weapon. It is an ally. A mentor. One who protects me when it must."
She ran a hand through her curls and continued. "Your question is a difficult one to answer because by my lights, the power I have is not mine, just as the power you wield is not technically yours. After all, if we clasp hands, who is holding who....By the same token, the only limits to the Ashla's power are the ones I impose on myself, consciously or otherwise. The Ashla is limitless." Chuckling to herself, she took a sip of her drink and leaned back a bit in her chair.
"If you want a litany of all that I have done through the Ashla, it'll take quite some time...though how's this for a start: once, when I was a padawan, soon before I left the Order, I survived a Sith tomb on Korriban, and thanks to a helpful Sith acolyte, I even survived un-scarred."