Like his twin, as the heavens opened F?licien sought out shelter. When the rains let up he would look in the healers dens for his mother and brother, slowly gather his family, but the rains didn't let up. They got heavier... the falls starting to make the river overflow. The den which he hid himself in had flooded as well, and as the water rose he saw no other choice than to plunge into the storm. Novella's call was lost upon the boy, in all honestly, as he moved through the waters. He was scared, but not for himself. Where was his family? Where were they in all of this? The rains left his nose useless, rendered his eyes bad off, and his hearing less than what it would be. In short; he had a heavy disadvantage.
Fate would lead him to his twin. They were bound, and the mirror of his brother would find his brother within the puddle. Water swirled around them, and if not moved soon the current could rise and take his brother again. This time to never be seen. This, F?li could only assume, was what has must have happened. Sorrel was out cold. F?licien felt fear bubble in his gut, and he would grab his brother's scruff in his jaws. He would have to pull him to higher ground, somehow. 'Come on... please...' The young man's heart was pound in his chest. If he lost Sorrel... he would never forgive himself. The male would pull, trying to slide his sibling through the muck and lower level of water to safety.
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