[se] scruff of the neck

The Honeybee

I believe in holding grudges
I'll heal in hell

Staring at the piles, Melita deemed them suitable for the next portions, and her favorite simultaneously. “I think these are good to go.” Which she figured was enough of a warning to Noe to scatter away from the debris. “Your turn, Sila.”

The little bronze dragon took some manner in pride at being summoned for such an important task, and soon breezed over the top of the lopsided proportions, unleashing a wave of fire in her wake. The Honeybee clapped with rapt enthusiasm for her companion, and the amount of flames. Turning her head back towards Noe though, she arched her brow and laughed. “Before the war, part of your cliffs came to life.” She’d know. She had to fight them. “Caido’s got weird shit all over the place.” Par for the course, now, honestly.

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

Melita