Or a candle dancing on the breeze

It was true that a creature who could not fall would have no reason to fear, but first she would need to convince her brain that it could not fall. She, it seemed, would have few problems with that. Dante wasn't so convinced he would be as knowing. After all, he would have only been a bird a day. What if he didn't know the bird secret that kept them aloft no matter what?

She asked about siblings and he nodded, confirming that he did indeed have some. "A brother and a sister.... And a half sister," he added ruefully. He thought about leaving it at that, but remembered that she had before shared with him word of her own siblings. Could there be any harm in returning the gesture? "My brother and I got along fine, but were never close." Their father wouldn't have had it. At least he hadn't successfully pitted them against one another, though Dante worried what had happened in the years. It would be just like Atrix to send Daes to finish his traitor brother off, and Dante had doubts as to whether Daes would disagree. "My sister and I were much closer. We left home together, but parted ways. She fell in love and settled down, but that place couldn't be home for me." She would know something of that. "My half sister is a piece of work, though. Hatred isn't really strong enough for how she felt about us. Luckily I left her far behind."