Hearing her aspirations and the mere mention of flying made him feel happy. Kryner looked around and pointed to the mountains, "<i>Alright then, race ya to drum</i>." He giggled before taking off with Del to fly clear over the grand springtime forests, seeing the dead branches returning to life, the green meadows with sleet and snow puddles dotting the world below them. Flying with the birds and whistling swans was beautiful. Two of the dear white birds were flying together in circles around each other and Kryner found himself staring before he heard Del whoosh past him.<br/><br/><i>"I'm gonna catch you!" </i>He called ahead of her before getting back in the race as she made her way over to the snowy mountain peak that stood broad and proud over the valley with littler peaks in his big wide shadow keeping those little white caps permanently cemented in winter. They were there in perhaps minutes and Kryner just was amazed as he looked upon from the tallest rock. "<i>Alright, this round goes to you."</i>He chuckled as he stood by her side and put a ghostly hand around her even if he just hovered around her apparition.