6: Ryann
Ryann
Being outside helped Ryann relax, and when she’d returned to the Proteus it was with a clear head and a plan. She explained, and left the craft once more, this time in the company of Brice and Piran.
The air was thick with pollen, heavy with the scent of a myriad of foliage. She caught the bitterness of rotweed, then the soft perfume of the cliratim, their white dots of colour peering through the greenery. As a soft note, she detected the delicate fragrance of spindlewort, and saw the fine strands that it spread around the trunks of the largest trees, knotting where it could gain a hold, tapping through the bark and deep into the sapwood.
Piran stepped to her side. “Can’t I stay?” he said, glancing back at the Proteus’ still-open hatch.
“A change of scenery will do you
