[PQ] This Little Light of Mine

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

Melita was grateful for Isuma and Fangorn’s interactions, hands taking turns scratching at fur or stems, keeping her somewhat together despite every nuance persisting in breaking her apart. Jigano’s voice interrupted her ministrations, glancing up at the soft inflections, and nodding. She hadn’t known the lad very well, but he’d always seemed helpful, and she’d greatly admired his insistence and bravery at the forum with Zariah. She extended nothing else though, hunkering and nestling down into Isuma’s warm frame and Fangorn’s pulsing growls, attempting to finish up on her task. The final décor, thankfully accompanied by both companions, instigated her urgency to grab some paint and thread; a lighter, almost sienna brown hue to accompany the darker slate of the lantern, and some charms to hang from the sides. After collecting her assortment, she returned to her table and got to work. Her trembling hands made the painting difficult, a few growls occupying the space where Fangorn had ceased in them; taking more and more time to apply the design of a donkey along one side of the lantern. By the time she’d finished that portion, she was so frustrated by her dulling efforts, that she moved onto threading a few charms, and even knotting them was still difficult. She raised her lips in a small hackle, bordering hisses; losing the meaning of the ceremony entirely, irritated and exasperated at herself. 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