[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

She bristled and strived, always trying, always determined, always biting off a little more than she should be chewing; the air of defiance and sedition burrowed deep into her chest, incapable of ever letting go. She watched, bore witness, clambered along her bow and her string, her munitions and her fire, the searing inferno volley blistering and churning its way through silt and stone. The girl was momentarily surprised, and then satisfied, to see the first and the second unfurl in rapid rhythm, as if there’d been more behind her efforts, her abilities, than she’d realized – but it ended there, the third crashing into her knee as she scarcely maneuvered into an evasion. She hissed only a little, a feral intonation and reverberation; but bruises were bruises, and she’d sustained many in her life, and then things much, much worse. All in all, she likely should’ve been pleased with her efforts – shrugging as Jigano called. She was very tempted to keep going, to continue in its escalation, to unfurl more practice, more precision, a call to revolution and anarchy. But, perhaps it wasn’t fair, with Jigano’s magic so new, and likely tiring, fatiguing, exhausting when it was foreign and complex. “We can take a break,” she uttered, as her eyes shifted to the broken sod at her feet, the bow placed back into her bracelet, the fiery quiver quieted. 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