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

Maybe it was the endless pitfalls and tribulations hanging over them that contributed to her more somber mood, or simply them ere reflections of her errors – incapable of bounding or leaping over ones so massive and large. She was due for quieter hours, when the moon was full and she didn’t howl at it, when the sun was warm and she could revel in its caress, when the evenings were not so scattered in agony or defeat, but the momentous weight of everything else, crashing down upon shoulders and tendons. Sometimes they were allowed to exist in those realms, back and forth, betraying exuberance for the fatigue, for the cumbersome load they all somehow managed to carry. She didn’t sigh, and she didn’t flicker apart, but there were stretched out occasions when she thought she just might – but her persistence, her fire, kindled her onward. “Remi is wonderful,” the youth echoed her opinion, the brighter smile incensed beneath canopies and twisting, turning leaves, the cool copper air sinking into her skin. “I’ll see what I can do.” There was hope there, instilled, reinvigorated, a chance, an opportunity, for her to avoid journeying back into the forest – risking a friend’s life – for the sake of her own demands and selfishness. Then she waited for Jigano to lend his necessities, to extend requirements, aid for aid, help for help – but he seemed surprised by the whole thing, while he bundled his long hair in different arrays. She’d step forward to assist, but based on her own tassels, she was already a lost cause (and half the time just swept it up and out of the way, or let it linger loose altogether: crimson locks haphazardly curling towards the sun), and instead, riveted her gilded gaze back on him. “That’s okay! I enjoyed it!” Which wasn’t a lie – the girl had loved wielding various tools (weaponry) and delighting in being lifted up and down scaffolding while beating on something. He must’ve known how to play her though – which strings to entangle, which to invigorate and incense, for no sooner had he assured her that nothing was necessary, did her features spring upwards, a hunting companion and dangerous threading its way through her mind. A Cheshire grin replaced the one dipped in halcyon efforts and interludes: this conspired, this tethered, this forgot entirely about treachery for herself. Her words were a flutter, a flurry, a fury. “Absolutely! Can I go home and grab my bow? Where would you like to me to meet you?” 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