Or a candle dancing on the breeze

"And if I like boring?" He asked, a note of teasing entering his tone. Then he laughed, shaking his head as though to rid the notion. "You are right, of course." Excitement was oftimes synonymous with trouble, and such drama was better off staying away from him. He had no desire for it. Others seemed to seek it out, and he would never understand why that was. It was more hardship than it was worth.

Her words on the bird fancy were wise and he looked at her with some surprise. Not that such wisdom would come from her - he knew her to be clever, likely far moreso than he - but at the notion itself. "I would never have thought of that, but that is true. You would likely spend the rest of your years longing for another flight. Unless of course you found it not to your liking. However unlikely that may be." He looked at the sky. "Perhaps you would rise only to discover a crippling fear of heights?"