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I know it'll never happen, but I would so stoked if all the focus on Witch Covens in the Disney Star Wars is to imply they descended from Abeloth somehow
Honestly the witch mothers being all “we don’t like this barely force sensitive Jedi you brought with you. What’s this. What’s going on with this girl. Why is she here. She’s dangerous and we don’t like her, take her away she’s freaking us out” about Sabine was great but then the fact that they then immediately tattle about her to Thrawn like “Thrawn they brought this freakin anomaly into our nice predictable prophesies do something about it” that shit was golden I loved that
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What if Hera went with Kanan and Sabine to Dathomir?
Come to my face and tell me young Maul was not one of those people who would swear and say that the “force is femenine”, and that he believed it for so long until Sidious came to teach him the “sith ways” and he forgot about his own religion because of him.
I'll still tag for spoilers but it's been like 24 hours so I can finally excitedly say
Dathomir witches riding rancor is officially legit canon.
Did they clearly pull it from Courtship of Princess Leia in the EU? Yes. But I'm still happy. Granted I'm a lesbian star wars fan ofc I love anything about the Dathomir witches.
i uhhhhhh drew some more witches of dathomir and here they all are together!
The Witches of Dathomir
While rancors dined on others, the daughters of Allya prospered from generation to generation, teaching their own daughters the spells. We divided into clans, and for a long time the clans vied for men in friendly competition, stealing mates. We governed ourselves, punished anyone caught using the night spells. In my grandmother’s day, we pushed the wild rancors from these mountains. My grandmothers hunted the last of them. We hoped for peace at last.