Chapter 66 After The Storm

• After The Storm
• "Christ, I do not suppose we escaped that catastrophe," Adrian breathed, his voice slightly audible as he hugged the cold wave of the emulsion wall. His aspect danced from one swathed branch to the other, trying to make sense of the raw destruction.
• Flora shifted beside him, her tone edged with both weariness and determination. “ You say that like it was some kind of palm. senses more like we’re holding our breath until the coming damn explosion, ” she replied, quailing as she flexed her hand.