Although Cyne didn't know their destination, he could see something in the direction they headed. Something that didn't seem to have any color other than black. Looking towards the horizon, he wondered if it'd be some sort of magical school, maybe a relic from before the Sundering. Having no clue what lay ahead of him, he urged his creature to gain a little speed, enough to steadily follow Elara. With a trained nudge of his foot, the steed seemed to react accordingly. It wasn't an unwelcome feeling, and soon, he held onto the beast, feeling the world rush under them, the wind whipping his face. It'd been such a long time since he'd been able to freely ride a creature, his own horse probably resigned to his kingdom's stables. During the war, he'd been given a warhorse, something much slower, but much sturdier. It was adorned with armor, so it wasn't a comfortable ride, and it'd only run during battle. Not this simple freedom. He'd missed it. Smiling, he called to Elara.<br/><br/>"The last time I rode a beast with this kind of freedom was before the war! I'd almost forgotten how exhilarating this is!"<br/><br/>He leaned into the wind, urging the beast even faster, watching the land scape rush past, the rhythmic thumps of the beast's hooves against the earth ringing in his ears. He had no idea how fast a speed these beasts were capable of, but he wouldn't mind finding out.<br/><br/>"Someone told me these creatures run like the wind, care to put proof behind those words?" he called out, hoping she heard him over the wind.