I think that we all know what evil is. We have a sense of what's evil, and certainly killing innocent people is evil. We're less sure about what is good. There's sort of good, good enough, could be better - but absolute good is a little harder to define.
The life on the plains was a simple one. No one lived near them; the town was at least a two days trip from the ranch. Somehow Wynn gets the ranch through the months by selling the animals she breeds, produce they make by things like milking and shearing wool, and training kids on how to ride horses every weekend. Although her life is simple and diurnal, which she loves, it can be hard with only two people working the place and having to care for her bed ridden grandparents at the same time. Luckily, they know Trails. In Eretz, nature leaves behind energy that can be conducted for humanities use, but harnessing this power is rare. Nana says she was born special, maybe she was, but she didn’t feel like it.
Wynnie timidly worked her way up the steps at 5am in the morning. The sky still hung low and dark, draping over Eretz like a cloak patterned with wispy clouds. The animals were asleep and the scent and sizzle of bacon alerted Wynnie that Ash was downstairs preparing breakfast for the family. With a sudden jolt, Wynnie reached out for the cherry wood railing and turned sharply on her heel. The tips of her fingers danced and twirled over the railing. As a kid Wynnie remembered comparing the cherry wood to a condensed version of Mars and her fingers would jump and dance as they were now across the railing like an astronaut in space. Her Popi always slapped her hand when he caught her playing around, scolding her about such childish behavior as a woman should elegantly place her hand over the railing like his beautiful TeaMa. Popi wasn’t very fun, not as much as Ash (who couldn’t help but encourage this behavior once Wynnie made the face, you know, that innocent puppy dog look people can’t resist).
“Rise and shine, TeaMa, Popi!” Wynnie said as she swung the door open and the crisp morning air hit her in the face. That was odd. Why did it feel so cold in here? Wynnie looked around, hearing her Grandparents complaints.
“Our expiration date was last night. Do not disturb!” TeaMa threw the covers over her head.
“I havn’t shined in thirty years.” Popi said with a sigh with a sneeze, “Close that window already shortstack before I die of hypothermia!”
“Come on, Popi. Don’t be so dramatic.” She giggled as her light steps easily stepped across the wooden floor and closed the window. He buzzed annoyed.