[PQ] From the Ashes, part 1

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

The honeybee girl relished in her work, content to have something to do with her hands, her energy, her zest for life. Fangorn was another welcomed into the strange, bizarre inclusion, nonetheless appealing to the dragging of debris across old floors, and they lingered in the intervals. She brushed her hair from her face when it became disentangled from her knotted adornments, thought about braiding it back but truly had none of the patience for it (another part of her sister’s craft she sorely lacked; content to bumble around in a fury, tendrils and tassels whipping behind her as a bloody, ferocious omen and beacon). Instead, she went about her way, lifting rocks and rubble, then taking them outside, waving to Rory as he settle into his routine, and then coming across a stranger once she re-entered the building. “Hello!” She beckoned to the slender man, reminding her of some feral animal in the woods, likely quick and swift, enduring despite his slight stature. “I’m Melita!” The youth crooned and echoed along the vast pavilion, against the enamel of disaster, ruin, and the thousands of blessings contained within. Then, as if she recalled she wasn’t pulling her weight by talking, she gestured again with a fond wave to Caiside, then Rory, before continuing with her task. But there had to be a better way. Her hands were already aching. Her muscles were already complaining. Wessex and Roana would’ve proclaimed it as strength training – weight after weight after weight making her grow mightier, tougher, but she should’ve also applied herself smarter; into accuracy and precision instead of constant endurance. She didn’t have the ability to create, or frankly, shift, and the sun was pressing down, down, down on their backs, along their skin, intertwining into her thoughts. Melita adored the heat, was born into its forthright upheavals, but she also didn’t drag or carry heavy objects along its threshold either. Was there a wheelbarrow or something alike nearby? Her eyes searched; but her inquiry would be met with silence – Jigano nowhere to be seen. She wrinkled her nose, and then continued on her first quest, filling her arms with debris once more. 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