[Training] Spring Forward, Fall Back

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

There was a semblance of mocking petulance when he deigned the fire arrows to come later, as if she’d fully anticipated being able to assail him with bright, blistering conflagrations, the sensation of embers, cinders, and crushing blows in her grasp. “All right,” she concurred and agreed with an almost put-upon sigh, and the following grin in her wake ensuring she only meant it partially. Once they’d established the appropriate distance, one hand elongated along her arm, as if she were drawing invisible lines, the bow appearing before her instantaneously, an artifact and gift from Arduinna. She carefully notched a blunted arrow, noting the dull, edgeless tip, listening for his call. And when it came, the youth was ready, applying herself, grounding her feet into the earth, a pulsing breath shuddering through her lungs. Then she drew the real string back, the lines taut, before unleashing it towards the bard – eager to see his defenses, what he would do, and if she could even manage a strike on him. 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