Lying flat on her back, Fallon listened to the to the words of the ghost as she thought through the words of the squire. It was clear it had thrown the creature off thought for a moment, and perhaps instilled a sense of doubt in her. For a moment she simply stared upon the blue summer sky, inhaling deeply. It was tempting to fall asleep, but she was not going to allow herself to do that. Not with the ghost about, or even out in the open of a place like this. Her lip curled.
“I think, I doubt, and therefore I am,” Fallon propped herself up and rested upon her elbow and looked upon the ghost “And you are doing the same. There for you are. If you believe my words that is. Which quite frankly is entirely up to you to decide.”
She gave a shrug, and she continued to stretch herself out. Her back arched as the ghost continued to talk so freely about herself, ears twitching at key moments. She wished to rain death upon those who were evil, a goal that a child would indeed think of. One who was perhaps a little naïve, and unknowing of the world around her. For Fallon knew that evil was generally not without reason. So Fallon posed a question to Fubuki.
“The question is however is how do you define evil? Or more over what is evil? Everyone has a different definition after all, much like with what is wrong or right. It varies from each individual and location. For what could be classed as normal could be classed as horrible in another. For example, Sunberth sells slaves where as Syliras detests the very notion of it,” Fallon cleared her throat “So how would you define it? Evil and things that are wrong?”
There was a flick of the hand as the squire laid herself down again “You can however just call me a silly old hag and tell me to be quiet. That also goes too.” Orvin for the meanwhile let out a final yap, before taking a quick dash towards his master with his ears flat. It was not long until he was firmly nudging Fallon’s side and trying to wriggle up closely to her as if to hide. She gave a sigh, and rubbed the coarse fur a low tone escaping as her fingers massaged and served to calm “Hush… it’s fine Orvin… it’s fine… I’m here… hush…”
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