Or a candle dancing on the breeze

"Ah that is true. I guess I could only hope it be a friend and not a foe." He would not profess to know the rules and logic behind such magic (if there were some). But he would accept them as she told them, since she seemed the more knowledgeable in such arts and fancies. His own stories of myth and magic had all involved the gods or sorcerers, and in such tales, rules weren't really the focus.

Yet also, rarely was magic ever seen a good thing.

How fitting her name was, if that was her wish. Dante had a rather harder time with the question, needing to think a few moments. "Anything or anyone I wished? Hmm." A bird would be wonderful, flying above the ground, but he was also perfectly content with all four feet planted. "I don't know that there is anything I would rather be. Even only for a day."