"Hold on tight," Rav instructed as the trio hopped onto the cloud.
"Hold on to what?" Ezra asked, grasping at the fluffy cloud that turned to mist in his hands.
"Me!"
Suddenly, the cloud lurched forward and began to rocket over the wide chasm of The Divide. It began to lose altitude fast, and they began falling into the wide canyon. Oberyn and Ezra gripped on for dear life, and for the first time since inhabiting Alcor's body, Ezra did something -
He screamed.
But the wind was knocked out of his lungs as the cloud surged upwards again, ending their calamitous fall and ascending back into the sky. They began to soar over The Divide in a way that felt much less scary - and a million times safer.
As the flying cloud leveled out, Rav, standing upright with his arms crossed confidently in front of him, looked back at the two pleading young men who gripped onto his legs and laid low.
"I told you it'd be fine."
"That was NOT fine, Rav, I thought we were about to die!"
