[se] scruff of the neck

Noe

Lights go out again
You stroke my pain and tempt my trouble
Seek how we pretend

Visiting Torchline was a welcome reprieve from the endless storms plaguing Stormbreak, and despite the potential for monsoons, so far Noe's trip had been blessedly dry and sunny. On this particular day, the girl wandered the beach alone, walking along a piece of driftwood with her arms outstretched to the sides. It was the driftwood that she noticed first: more than she'd ever seen on the usually pristine beaches. Then it was the glasses and bottles, which she vaguely acknowledged as a potential threat to her bare feet, if any of them were broken. Finally, she realized that paper and other refuse was littered throughout it all. She stopped in her tracks, blinking in the sun, and took a good look around. The beach was positively filthy.

There was a woman nearby who seemed to be cleaning up, accompanied by a dragon and a... something? that Noe couldn't quite figure out. It was definitely alive, but she'd never seen another companion like it. Strange. Still, Noe wouldn't feel right about just leaving the stranger to pick up alone - not when the beach was in such a state. So she sauntered over, snagging a few bits and pieces to throw away as she went, and, upon appearing next to the stranger, said, "Man, LongNight here must have been lit."

But we're not friends and we're not lovers
We're just trouble, we're just trouble
So tempt my trouble