Even before Briar had known he had magic, he'd had plants and that had made things just a little bit easier for him. At least the times he got arrested and spent the night in a cell. The moss he'd taken his name from had been kind to him.
"It feels...full." That was the best way he had to describe it. He waved a hand in front of his chest to demonstrate just where. "Winter here's colder than I'm used to, too many plants die or go to sleep." Lonely was the best word for that, but he didn't know that was right enough to say it.