Waiting until he pulled apart the last thorny bushes surrounding them, light suddenly flooded his vision. Approaching the riverbank, the sound of flowing water could be clearly heard, and the cool air brushed against his face, dispelling the sweltering heat.
Owen used his hand to hold up the large drooping branches for the Omegina to go first, not letting the leaves brush against his face.
Rowan raised his head to casually glance at the riverbank to determine a spot to get water. His pupils contracted, startled, and with extremely fast reflexes, he immediately reached out to cover Owen's eyes.
"No, change path. No, that's not right, change river." His voice was urgent, and he himself turned his head wanting to go back immediately, his footsteps a bit chaotic.
