[se] scruff of the neck

The Honeybee

I believe in holding grudges
I'll heal in hell

Fangorn continued to move along, gathering up his own remnants of debris and garbage. While Sila watched from overheard, guarded as always, Melita persisted in aiming the bottles at one another, listening to the clink of the glass even after Noe fixed the pile; for all intents and purposes, going for naught more than chaos.

“Depends on what you like,” and though she had no intention of being Torchline’s living, breathing brochure, the Honeybee had explored vast quantities of it at multiple opportunities. “We’ve got the Rainbow Road, Miana Pool if you want to throw shit in it and pray for good luck…bars, shit ton of moving islands…another one with bones…,” she waited for any of those things to sound appealing to the Stormbreaker, eyes raised to watch interest levels.

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

Melita