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Meho has discovered that there are other ways to make a living besides throwing fire or arriving behind a shield. A rogue, apparently, has caught her fancy. Arrowyy endorsed the notion at once, which is how I know he has imagined the trouble already.
She then counted the lives she has not yet lived: half-started paths, old ambitions, and whole disciplines left untouched. It was less confession than a survey of unopened doors. Meho says she cannot wait to take them all, given forever.
Blaedy supplied the only sensible answer: perhaps they shall have it. A dangerous thing to tell a person with Meho’s appetite for projects. Give her eternity and she will likely spend the first century deciding what boots suit each profession.