"Then we are of an accord," The inspector leaned back in her chair then, giving Salara a long, hard look. It was far from one of disappointment, but one designed to rate and weigh up the woman before her. There was no immediate move beyond that, just a quiet contemplation as the words fell. It did not tell her much in honesty, just a mind that seemed to think far beyond the immediate situation. And that situation was only one that Salara had to face - how she did it was of no concern of Fallon's.
"With a dream, cunning, tenacity, bravery and family," Her gaze turned out of the window then, a moment of reminiscing before moving on, "But that is not what you are here for. Nor will I divulge further as to my views on such a matter." Nor would she let this stranger attempt to pry deeper. There was no guilt, merely acceptance of what once was and had been. The eyes turned back, growing harsh in their glamour before easing once more.
"You may try to take," the tone was firm, almost a dare laced with threat, "But you will regret it if you do. I am very good at what I do and many other things. So, be wary of what den you tread into."
Fallon left that thought there. Swiftly moving on she took up the sheet once more, contemplated it, before dipping her quill into the ink well. With it a low rumble of laughter echoed out, listening to this woman - no, girl - speak so boldly. While she had no doubt that she had skill she knew not what they were. And judging by the obvious mention of thievery she doubted she held much in the way of sense. Speaking of such things was best reserved for certain, private, circles.
"Unfortunately before I can even begin the process of... whatever this is," her hand flicked, "I need to know you. You say you have skills, to develop but still skills, what are they? You say you wish to do for the good of others, but have not specified a particular field to enter. You mentioned your unsuccessful attempts of larceny, yet you say this so boldly to an inspector. Admitted your activities so freely - why in my right mind should I not mention such information to the Waveguard the moment you walk out the door?" Fallon gave a small lick of the lips, "How do I not know that the person I direct you to you are not going to leave in a worse state that before? And then I have to be dealing with the responsibility of such upon my own conscious?"
In some light it was little more than a verbal attack, but it was also a lesson that was needed to be had. Fallon exhaled softly, "That aside, do you have any thought in your own mind on what it is you want to do?" She raised a finger then, an action to say she was not finished speaking, "The first step. Not the overall arching goal. All can dream, but first a foundation must be built. You look for referrals, for what exactly? I admit presumption here, but work? Then you must ask yourself work as what? To achieve what? In short you want to help people, or an individual perhaps. There is many away to achieve that in many a form; help a mother look after a child, assist the city hall clerk with her paperwork, labour away in the quarry or the lumber mill." She paused, "You say to do good, but to do good is merely a matter of perspective."
"I cannot do more without knowing more, understand that," She lowered her finger then, "You must tell me more or else the most I can do is redirect you to the City Hall itself."
"With a dream, cunning, tenacity, bravery and family," Her gaze turned out of the window then, a moment of reminiscing before moving on, "But that is not what you are here for. Nor will I divulge further as to my views on such a matter." Nor would she let this stranger attempt to pry deeper. There was no guilt, merely acceptance of what once was and had been. The eyes turned back, growing harsh in their glamour before easing once more.
"You may try to take," the tone was firm, almost a dare laced with threat, "But you will regret it if you do. I am very good at what I do and many other things. So, be wary of what den you tread into."
Fallon left that thought there. Swiftly moving on she took up the sheet once more, contemplated it, before dipping her quill into the ink well. With it a low rumble of laughter echoed out, listening to this woman - no, girl - speak so boldly. While she had no doubt that she had skill she knew not what they were. And judging by the obvious mention of thievery she doubted she held much in the way of sense. Speaking of such things was best reserved for certain, private, circles.
"Unfortunately before I can even begin the process of... whatever this is," her hand flicked, "I need to know you. You say you have skills, to develop but still skills, what are they? You say you wish to do for the good of others, but have not specified a particular field to enter. You mentioned your unsuccessful attempts of larceny, yet you say this so boldly to an inspector. Admitted your activities so freely - why in my right mind should I not mention such information to the Waveguard the moment you walk out the door?" Fallon gave a small lick of the lips, "How do I not know that the person I direct you to you are not going to leave in a worse state that before? And then I have to be dealing with the responsibility of such upon my own conscious?"
In some light it was little more than a verbal attack, but it was also a lesson that was needed to be had. Fallon exhaled softly, "That aside, do you have any thought in your own mind on what it is you want to do?" She raised a finger then, an action to say she was not finished speaking, "The first step. Not the overall arching goal. All can dream, but first a foundation must be built. You look for referrals, for what exactly? I admit presumption here, but work? Then you must ask yourself work as what? To achieve what? In short you want to help people, or an individual perhaps. There is many away to achieve that in many a form; help a mother look after a child, assist the city hall clerk with her paperwork, labour away in the quarry or the lumber mill." She paused, "You say to do good, but to do good is merely a matter of perspective."
"I cannot do more without knowing more, understand that," She lowered her finger then, "You must tell me more or else the most I can do is redirect you to the City Hall itself."
