I think I thought I saw you try

I am my mother's child, I'll love you till my breathing stops
I'll love you till you call the cops on me

She’d messed up. This particular flare and score wasn’t difficult to admit; her impulsive nature had caught her outright again, smacked and snapped against the impetuous intervals, the ignorance startling, then snarling, snagging, at her beliefs, at her faith, at her convictions. There had been times before when her riotous, ebullient nature had earned her good fortune, a favoring towards the bold, an eager, fervent opportunity in the palm of her hands. This was not one of those sweeping hours. It was unfortunate that at this interval, it had cost her an opportunity to fulfill her quest for Ludo – and with Delah forcing her out of the Greatwood, with no other sign of direction, the girl was stuck. Melita would love to pout, to sulk, to cross her arms and fume at the sky, at the stars, at the moon – but it was a triviality and tribulation of her own making. She only had herself to blame and wage war upon. So instead, she hung her head and kicked rocks along gravel paths, muttering to herself, contemplating how to go solve the dilemma she’d orchestrated. Fangorn leapt and bounded behind her, not terribly fussed about the entire venture, content to ramble and roll along the grounds, while the honeybee youth spoke to him out loud. “But where am I going to find one?” The gourd did his best impersonation of a shrug, then continued along their wayward path, uttering a hiss, a growl, when he spotted something up ahead. Curiosity replaced the rancor settling across her tongue, and the youth raised her head, pondering over what Fangorn had found. For the moment, she followed, twisting and turning along the brush – until they came upon an intriguing sight. She could’ve sworn she knew the figure nearby, familiar, the ivory hair, the tall, lithe form, but there were alterations being made – the girl arched her brow, stepping away from the shadows of the forest, ensuring her voice carried despite the whispered intonations. “Jigano?” M e l i t a But in our darkest hours, I stumbled on a secret power I'll find a way to be without you, babe