[Training] (SE) a bottle of dreams

bring me your suffering
the rattle roar of broken bones

Her face arched into a denizen of mild disappointment as soon as the arrow didn’t decimate the kite. She’d craved an explosion of colors and vitriol; what she got was a few zaps to the tail and a trail of impending doom. Watching Sunjata’s performance though was intriguing – he must’ve gained some multitudes of power since they’d trained about last. Not that she would compliment or comment on it.

But noted.

Pulling another sparking arrow out, and hoping for all the water to meld together and conduct and all that science nuance stuff, the Honebyee drew back her strand, and once again fired towards the erratic movements of the false dragon.

the honeybee

Bring me the riot in your heart
angry, wild, and raw