Zelda's cheeks turned a faint pink again. "I hope so," she said, although she wasn't sure that was for her. All of her siblings - except Nemo, who was too much like her to count in this case - had always seemed so sure of what they were doing -- Ari had always been the best healer she knew, Katia had always been destined to be the best mom, and Kons had always been destined to politic. She loved her job, but did she Love her job? Would she risk her life for it? She had not tried to join the MA&C, but had fallen into it. Did that mean the same?

Well. Xena had always wanted to be a debutante and in true love and look at how that had turned out for her. She got true love, but it sucked. And maybe Mr. Darrow's true love was boats, or travelling, or something. Zelda just didn't know what hers was, yet.

"If you find anything really really neat and Arthurian, will you let me know?" she said, "Like a sword. I would love to see a sword."

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