Or a candle dancing on the breeze

Dante agreed that stories did not tell truths, but they did draw from them. And while he too was not sure if true love existed, he was not willing to discount it. After all, for the most part, a mateship was for life. And while she had seen some fail, in many other places the relationships had thrived.

"Just because it doesn't last doesn't make it true. Things happen, that's life. And while I don't have the experience to say so, I imagine the happiness during makes the possible pain worth it. If one can get over the fear of a bad ending. After all, aren't the ups and downs, the risks, what make stories so great? In my opinion, life can't be that much different. Life without risk is like a story without conflict. Lacking." He didn't want to judge her views, just bring his own thoughts alongside hers. "If that makes any level of sense." Love and he had a very distant relationship. He did wonder why she had come to feel the way that she did, or if she simply always had. It was one of the strangest views of love he'd ever heard, but he did find it refreshing. Better than the belief of some that life wasn't complete until you were properly shacked up.

"Arranged mateship would definitely be simpler though." He grinned. "So, what would your order be? If you could pick a mate from the catalog. Powerful? Mysterious? A fixer upper? Prince on a hero's quest? Wise magician's apprentice?"