As soon as she'd ducked her head, Cyne knew that Elara knew how to ride, and he'd remembered all the days he'd watch the horse races and the jousting matches the castle would hold. He never took part, but he'd watched them carefully, and he mirrored what he could remember. He leaned almost enough to touch the beast, each bound shaking the muscle under him. He held on tightly, not expecting to jolt forward so quickly, but it seemed his creature had been excited by Elara's and took off with hers. With her challenge in mind, he looked out towards the distance in front of them, eager to get there. If he could, even before Elara did. The beast was almost like riding a horse, but it felt off. Not by much, but he could tell it was different, and urged to push it, to see just how different. Pushing his knees in, he tapped the creature with his feet, feeling the rippling winds pick up as a response.<br/><br/>The edges of his moth It was a genuine smile. Back in his kingdom, he wasn't allowed this type of freedom. As a young prince, heir to the throne, he had to learn customs, how to rule a kingdom. When to eat with a large party, what to say to neighboring forces. It wasn't fun, not the type of knowledge he'd ever enjoy. This amount of freedom though, running through a barren field, the only thing between him and ruins of a mysterious dimension being distance.