Before long the mechanism seemed to be working! Opening the door led to a crashing wave of excitement to wash over Sabor. Though a torrent of water quickly took its place. Claws unsheathing he had attempted to grip into the icy floor below. Even to go so far as it lower his head to allow the water to trail up and over his back. He had to keep Tolani safe like last time! Though fate was cruel and luck seemingly ran dry as he lost what little grip he thought was secured. The water easily washing him away from her and the other gembounds as it did with the elephant.

The water cruel he barely managed to yell out for Tolani to hold onto the ground below. If she could stay rooted he would simply run back and find her after being swept away. White and golden laced pelt drenched and cold as he would rise to his feet somewhat defeated by the elements. A quick shake and he would run back to the door, searching for Tolani, ready to stand over her again should another wave rush through.

He had been cheering the elephant and the adorable hybrid child on, though their efforts had succeeded in opening the door; Diot slightly wished they hadn't. Another torrent of water rushed through and collided with the wall of gembounds. Some were knocked off their feet while others managed to stay put thankfully this included Ghanyarah. It was a lot easier to hold on this time around, balancing himself atop S.S. Water Lizard. Sure his coat had been drenched again but that was easily fixed.

As the water subsided he shook quickly, patting the back of Ghanyarah as a silent 'good job'. Only to glance around waiting to see Eve or his father. Had they fallen off!?


"Speech"

This was really, really not his day. It seemed with every moment more and more gigantic strangers were filling the tunnel with their bulk, and he still deemed "Totum" about as creepy as anything could get, thank you very much. Flattening himself onto Ghanyarah's cold scales, Barnett huffed, staring suspiciously at the multitude of weirdos, thankful, at least, to have his son with him - who seemed much more enthusiastic than his father, in any case. Watching the tamarin cheer the others on with a tiny, proud smile, he settled into place, watching with a gentle stare... or at least it stayed that way until the water came back. "...shit."

In an instant, the cold torrent was sweeping up and over his little party, prying his claws from their grip on Ghanyarah's slick skin, and he was tumbling away, gagging on the liquid the crept in his nostrils. Tiny body flipping and twisting under the force of the stream, he watched shapes swirl by, finally clenching his eye shut, dizzy and nauseous, chest constricted. The trip ended just as quickly as it started - his chest caught on something, hard, and as the water drained past, he wheezed, coughing up water, eye blearily blinking open.

Unfortunately, it appeared the thing that caught him was a tiger's face.

A tiny, squeaking scream crept from his throat.