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Crosscurrent always had a smile ready for his twin; a rare expression on his somber face, but it came naturally enough when Riptyde was near. He looked between his brother and the treasure he'd brought for a moment, then bent to inspect it. The smooth wood seemed almost delicate, too precise and beautiful to belong among the lashing waves. Yet it had come from the ocean.

Yeah, he agreed softly, eyes still on the driftwood sea-sculpture. He craned his neck to sniff it carefully, running his nose along curves and etchings made by the water. It smelled deeply of salt and the sea, only faintly wooden and earthy beneath. The sodden thing nearly sang with promise, he thought.

It's special, Crosscurrent decided as he lifted his head to regard his twin. He spared only another glance for the piece, and turned back to watching the water intently. It was Riptyde's treasure to keep, his secret to unravel.

And Crosscurrent? He was helpless to the call of the sea.