Or a candle dancing on the breeze

"Do you speak from your own experience or from observations like me?" Osprey quirked an eyebrow. Her eyes were focused on his face now, searching for anything that would give away any truth, before he spoke himself. He was true in the aspect that all stories needed ups and downs, even the "life stories". What was life - after all - without some adventure? On the other hand - she had felt deeply hurt and disappointed many times in life - enough for her not to want to risk everything for a chance of some greater happiness that could also bring devastation. No, she was fine as she was.

"Magician's apprentice probably, but maybe I would elope with the master magician himself," she said smiling. It was nice to speak about imaginary things again. The conversation had got a bit too serious, even if it had let her know a bit more about the plateau's leader. "But - truth to be told - I would choose someone, who wouldn't clip my wings in order to keep me on earth. He or she, who knows, would rather fly with me. Enjoy the freedom." Even with her set ideas of an arranged mateship, she knew she couldn't just give up everything she was for it.

"What about you, if you had girls lining up - who would the lucky one be - the pretty face, the great hunter, the queen-to-be, the smart one or someone to take pity of?"