These trees were huge compared to what he grew up with - there were no cypress trees in Swiftcurrent, and only the sharp-topped conifers of Duskfire. When he thought he'd navigated around one of the massive trunks, he'd only find himself faced with another, and then another, interrupted by thick fern growth and frosted, foreign plants. It was maddening, and for the first time in his life Larus felt the stirrings of rage. A potent anger, more virile than a simple childish tantrum, sank in to his heart and waited there - festering with each step.
But the feelings were shocked from his system after one fortuitous turn, wherein he was faced with the yellow sheen of Caiaphas' gaze. Caught in her sights, he could only stumble backwards - as if the increased distance would negate her finding of him. The tone of her voice was enough to prompt the ducking of his head; but like any child caught with their hand in the cookie jar, he remained hushed by a sense of guilt.