05-30-2020, 05:10 PM
A BED BIG ENOUGH TO SLEEP IN AS I ROLL AROUND AT NIGHT
Keter had smiled at the young cat, who had dropped by to listen in as well. They supposed that Eulogy has expected more... well, children, to listen to her story, rather than a bunch of bored adults. The scene did look a bit silly.
As Eulogy began to speak, the wolfdog turned their attention to her, listening closely. By all rights, it was a nice story, of aspects of the world being stolen by another animal. Keter found that stories like this were among their favourites. But... like the others, they did find the moral at the end confusing. They listened quietly to the others around them, their understanding of it, their views on morality.
Ivan's young voice stood out to them. Worldly and deeply considered.
"Stealing in itself isn't inherently wrong," They venture, adding their two cents to Ivan's musing. "It depends on what, and who." Why.
Keter felt silly. Anxious and silly. They hoped everyone didn't think they were just admitting they commit minor crimes. Their body language is withdrawn, small. Tucking into themself the best they can. Atleast when they were at the crater they had a traumatic event to focus on while they spoke. Right now, they only had the quiet bustle of town, and everyone in the vicinity's ears on them.
"Heroism won't ever really go away, because there will always be someone who wants to be praised. Good and evil is hard to abolish, because people are used to thinking that there is an "us" and "them". I think.... if we try to avoid prescribing firm morality to actions, and look at intentions, and the overall effect... it would lead to better outcomes."
They look over at Eulogy, smiling softly. Sheepish.
"It was a lovely story, thank you."
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As Eulogy began to speak, the wolfdog turned their attention to her, listening closely. By all rights, it was a nice story, of aspects of the world being stolen by another animal. Keter found that stories like this were among their favourites. But... like the others, they did find the moral at the end confusing. They listened quietly to the others around them, their understanding of it, their views on morality.
Ivan's young voice stood out to them. Worldly and deeply considered.
"Stealing in itself isn't inherently wrong," They venture, adding their two cents to Ivan's musing. "It depends on what, and who." Why.
Keter felt silly. Anxious and silly. They hoped everyone didn't think they were just admitting they commit minor crimes. Their body language is withdrawn, small. Tucking into themself the best they can. Atleast when they were at the crater they had a traumatic event to focus on while they spoke. Right now, they only had the quiet bustle of town, and everyone in the vicinity's ears on them.
"Heroism won't ever really go away, because there will always be someone who wants to be praised. Good and evil is hard to abolish, because people are used to thinking that there is an "us" and "them". I think.... if we try to avoid prescribing firm morality to actions, and look at intentions, and the overall effect... it would lead to better outcomes."
They look over at Eulogy, smiling softly. Sheepish.
"It was a lovely story, thank you."
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