James
*The air strider was a pet. She didn't even think of it that way, she only thought of it as some sort of exotic thing for status. It was in the wild; why else wouldn't it be a pet? Maybe she was a horrible person, seeing someone's pet and immediately running off with it. Though, she never understood the concept of a pet. The only times she had heard it was with drunk men in the bar, and she was pretty sure they were talking about women.*

*The canifor sounded... Just like her parents. Harsh, criticizing, no, berating her character. She stole not for herself, but to help others, but others only saw the surface. Auburn falls to her knees on the soft grass, looking down.*

"I'm sorry."

*Her eyes widen as she sees the bow morph back into a staff. An enchantment like that was expensive, at least 10,000 silver, even more for the base weapon. Was this really just a rich hunter?*

"You know, with the money spent on that enchantment, you could have bettered the lives of 6 dozen people."
Diana
*Juna stared down at the rabbit, listening to them talk about how she could have spent her money on others over what she enchanted her weapon with. Was this thief really trying to give her insight of that after the stunt she just pulled? Juna's grip would tighten on the staff, suddenly swinging it down towards Auburn and leaving just a narrow bit of space between her and the end of it. It wouldn't have been much force in it even if she did attempt to hit her, only holding it in one hand.*

"With the money I spent on this weapon I could have very well ended a life."*She'd snap back, the rabbit's apology lifting from her mind with her smart tongue driving away whatever sympathy she could have felt.*"If you think that I'd better the lives of people I've never met over the ones I care about, then you're wrong!"*Her voice suddenly heightened, piercing and breaking off as if she were on the verge of crying. It felt like similar conversation to a Canifor she once met over defending the lives of the ones close to her and making the decision between which life would be taken, theirs or those threatening it.

She knew she could have bettered the lives of other people, but how could she possibly do that if she couldn't even better her own life with what she was given. A home yet still living out in the forest, a friend yet still secluding, a weapon but still unable to protect her bird when it mattered.*

"If it's people like you that I've never met, then they deserve what they have coming for them! Lying and pretending to be lost, then stealing from the one person who could have helped! You stupid, ungrateful, thief!"*She'd yell. The Canifor hated thieves more than ever now, at least the one she had met previous never went so far as to stealing from her, let alone a living breathing animal. The very act of these thieves however, burned on her tongue in a feeling of such distaste that she wondered if she should have let the arrow go.*
James
*Closing her eyes, Auburn quickly ducks her head down and raises her arms in preparation for the swing that never comes. Instead, she found mercy, the staff barely an inch from breaking her arms.*

"Then better the lives of those you know! Things like magic weapons are luxuries! You could buy houses for people you care about! Food! Clothing!"

*Auburn looks down once again, her ears drooping.*

"I know I'm not a good person. I'm a thief. A criminal. But I'll do it if it means I stop others from suffering, even if it's for a month, a week, or even a day. I'm willing to take that burden. I never keep any of the money, or the goods that I steal. It all goes to those who need it more. Always. So do *Not* Call me selfish!"

*Auburn stands up, her eyes burning with a light not matching her lithe form. The woman was almost right about her. Almost. But she was not going to be called selfish and ungrateful when she had given everything away and been grateful for being alive every single day.*

"There are kids out there who starve to death because they have nothing to eat! They can't hunt! Can't work! To call me selfish would be to say that all those people out there deserve to die!"
Diana
"I already have."*She'd retort. It wasn't like she knew that many people and those she did know were doing just fine in her eyes. Now she simply rested here where she could seclude herself from the harshness of other people who'd want nothing more to rid her of her comfortable lifestyle.

Her eyes would flash towards the rabbit as she argued over being called selfish. The Canifor would move the staff away from her, eyes narrowing. So she was putting words in her mouth now it seemed.

How hard she made it hard to pity her, she wasn't any better. Her knowing it, but doing nothing to fix it was proof enough.*"You're a disgrace to them."*She'd say a low tone.*"You show them that stealing is the way to get what they need and in doing so you lead them to their own deaths. Do you know what people do to thieves?"*The Canifor would tilt her head to her drawing all her weight on her staff as she thought back to all those tasks she had been sent on to round up or end the lives of those who have stolen.*

"They kill them."*She'd say with a lack of any emotion in her tone, all sense of feeling leaving her lips with those words.*"And if that doesn't work, they higher another to until they are put down... You spend your life being something that will get you killed in the end."

*She'd pick up her staff and raised it behind her head so that she could hold it one hand while it rested across her shoulders.*"And in turn, those kids would wind up the same..."*The Canifor paused, giving a light dip of her head, what anger she once had drifting away.*"No one deserves to die... But I can't help those that see me as nothing more than walking profit... And it seems you are just another one of them..."