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Stella's vision is finally a perfect 20/20. She couldn't resist going down to the bar to celebrate. Lightly. She's still not quite used to it, and her eyes occasionally ache and so does her head, but not at the moment. She's up at the bar drinking tea. She'd love to talk.

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"Miss Stella..." The jedi Master. She might not remember the face, but the voice is the same.

Stella starts slightly, and then reconizes the voice. She turns and happily beams at him. "Hello, it's nice to see you. It's been awhile."

"Indeed. How have you been?" Polite, like always.

"Very well." She's looking him over attaching a face to his voice. "My vision's come back, and it's wonderful. There's always something new to see. And you? How have you been?"

"Keeping myself busy with writing and training." He nods. "I am glad your vision has returned."

"Thank you. What do you do for training?" she leans forward slightly, interested and curious as always.

"Lightsaber combat, and general self-defense." ready to answer the next question already

"Lightsaber?" He must have seen that one coming.

"lightsaber." He unclips his from his belt. "Can not turn it on inside..."

"Oh..." She looks at it curiously. "But it's a sword?"

"A light saber. It projects a self-contained, gravitic-sink oriented energy beam... a blade."

She smiles teasingly, most of that had flown right over her head, until he got to the blade part. "It sounds destructive. DId you make it, or are they gifts from someone?" Stella's voice is practically begging, 'tell me everything!'

(ooc: Have you been getting the alerts? Either I've missed them or they're not there again. arg.)

"The Lightsaber is the signature weapon of a jedi. Each of us is supposed to make one, upon graduating."

(They are VERY erratic. Sometimes they come, sometimes not, sometimes arrive late...)

She's still looking at it curiously. "It must be complicated. How long does it take to make? Do you have help or are you given an instruction book? What about materials?"

He smiles a bit. "It is.... a couple weeks... you receive help enough to know the principles... and enough materials to not have to mine focusing crystals."

She chuckles slightly. This is turning into an interrogation, isn't it? She's about to ask for still more details but then pauses. She blinks slowly a few times, her eyes are begining to ache, and she knows a migraine probably isn't far behind. Though, neither will be quite so bad if she goes and lays down for a bit. "I'm sorry, but I have to go for now. I think I've overdone it for the night. It was nice talking to you again."

"The pleasure was mine. I am sure we will meet again." Mace bows to her, formally.

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