Lwaxana Troi (
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In her capacity as diplomatic envoy for the Betazoid government, Lwaxana Troi had travelled from one end of the Alpha Quadrant to the other. The sight of an unfamiliar starfield outside the nearest viewport was not unsettling to her. But here on this station, if she thought about it for too long, the knowledge that she might be seeing constellations that were completely uncharted by any entity she had ever come in contact with—
Well, that was worth glossing over.
So as she sat at the small table on the observation deck, she gazed out at the stars with only a passing interest. It had taken a bit of concentration not to concentrate on finding familiar star patterns, but once attained, maintaining a detached view of things was not too difficult. Since she was simultaneously attempting to ignore her discomfort at having to present herself in these rags--with her own hair!-- Lwaxana began to regret arriving so early to meet the young Vulcan, and started wishing for someone else to distract her.
Well, that was worth glossing over.
So as she sat at the small table on the observation deck, she gazed out at the stars with only a passing interest. It had taken a bit of concentration not to concentrate on finding familiar star patterns, but once attained, maintaining a detached view of things was not too difficult. Since she was simultaneously attempting to ignore her discomfort at having to present herself in these rags--with her own hair!-- Lwaxana began to regret arriving so early to meet the young Vulcan, and started wishing for someone else to distract her.
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If Lwaxana had had access to her full range of telepathic abilities, it would have been much easier to separate out the truths, but sensing only the emotions behind them, she was forced to guess. Her guess was that there were many things the young lady had been lying about for a very long time.
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"Jaime Lannister is- He is a dishonorable man. I'm happy to see someone from home, but he is the Kingslayer. It is not- It is not for me to spread the tail amongst those who are not from our world, but he is..." She trailed off, trying to cover the trail of her words. "I should not be afraid of him, but he stabbed the Mad King in the back when he was his guard."
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