---The Day Before---
As soon as the purple light vanished, and Oberyn was whisked away by the doll's teleportation magic, Ezra screamed.
"Oberyn!"
He stepped forward, looking at the doll for answers. "Oberyn! Where are you!?"
He picked the doll up and shook it. "Take me too!" He shouted at the doll, at the top of his lungs. The nearby 'Hungry' that were feasting on the corpses look up at the disturbance, but they don't bother doing much else.
The doll dissolved like sand in Ezra's hand as he held it, fading away into nothing.
"Oberyn!"
Bree gently touched the tips of her wings to Ezra's shoulder. "I can still sense him. He's alive, but quite far."
Her eyes drifted to the mountain where Rav had flown off to a while ago. Her home.
"He's up there," Bree said, sure of herself. "On the mountain. Not far from Rav."
Bree pondered the situation. "He may have been transported to the owner of that doll," she sighed. "We'll have to hope Rav gets there quickly, if so."
