[se] scruff of the neck

The Honeybee

I believe in holding grudges
I'll heal in hell

Oh, well, now that Noe said it, that made sense. Humming noncommittally to herself, she shrugged again, hoisting a few more pieces of dried out driftwood that would add some heat and spark to the impending fire. “Only a little. He came with me to see Ludo and ask about the shit going on,” gesturing vaguely to the high tides, and likely everything else dicking around. Plants. Giant ass craters in the middle of fucking nowhere.

She had to almost shrug once more at the concept of Stormbreak, almost in a ‘you chose to live there’ void, but left that counter behind her teeth as she tossed the timber. “Huh. Does put a damper on things.” Get it? Okay. Inclining her chin towards the rolling undulations nearby, she could only comment on what she’d seen out of whack thus far. “We’ve got some higher tides, but it’s not monsoon season yet, so…,” make of that what one will.

Pay a little more attention to the healing power
of incandescent rage

Melita