8: Brice
Brice
The forest felt alive, in ways he couldn’t explain. There were more shades of green and brown than he’d ever imagined, and they belonged to a growing catalogue of plants that he couldn’t name. There were at least five types of trees, eight creeper plants, seven kinds of mosses, and so much more. And each one had its own characteristics—shape, colour, aroma. Hell, the place was alive with an assault of stenches, enough that Brice wanted to gag.
It was all b****y distracting, too. Trying to check for threats was a nightmare in this cacophony. If this was how Ryann experienced the outside, it was a wonder she ever left the Proteus. How could she cope with all this?
Piran’s voice rose in Brice’s mind, not a suss but his private thoughts.
As if it wasn’t already clear how
