Lion's warp space whooshes around them, all bright and alien motion, for an unending yet brief stretch of seconds.

Then, just as quickly as they dove in, they plunge out the other side. Greg's gotten to ride Lion enough to brace himself against whiplash, but the sudden stop does get him a faceful of mane. "Guh... sorry there, buddy--woah, woah!"

Before Greg can recover, Lion's already making an effort to shake the two riders off; the cat's suddenly deeply irritated, and has no patience for human banter. Greg has to make an effort not to fall into any of the thorny patches poking from the cracked earth. In fact, there seems to be more thorny vines than stone in a lot of places, and Lion lacked the luck to make a clean arrival.