Lancers in-transit could cover miles within hours if they were skilled enough. Fewer still could cover that distance in a single, well-executed leap. Cynbel was most definitely not one of those Lancers both skilled and well-attuned to their Dragon, but what the young son of Rhiannon did have was a cheat: He had Gravuun Qo Gram, an ancient Dragon of the storm. While Cynbel didn't have Gravuun Qo Gram's power of true flight, the innate power of the ancient creature gave him superior maneuverability and control over his leaps; not just that, but the instinct on how to use them, too. Gliding and maneuvering felt so... Natural to the Half-Elf. In fact, he felt more comfortable in the air than he did with his feet on the ground. Perhaps that, too, was something shared with him from Gravuun Qo Gram.
"I enjoy this," mused the Dragon. Cynbel felt the creature's presence and words as if they were his own thoughts, "In a way, this makes me feel young again. To feel the rush of wind across my scales, to see the earth moving beneath... I did not realize how much I missed it."
Cynbel smirked as he rolled belly-up to make sure Adallandis was still in-sight. "Do I make you nostalgic, Lord Gravuun Qo Gram?"
The Dragon chuckled. "Something like that," he answered.
The Lancer looked down and noticed he was getting a bit too close to the treeline. Time to make another jump and catch up to his master. He dove down into the canopy; there was a spot that was at least a little less dense with trees. Cynbel slowed his fall by forcing wind in front of him, disturbing the tree branches and forest floor as he lowered himself down to land upon one of the Draconi Forest's broadleaf trees.
Without skipping a beat, he began channeling Gravuun Qo Gram's power. He felt a gentle, but noticeable rush of vigor as wind kicked up and swirled around him. His legs tensed and he poised himself amidst the tree's heavy branches. It wasn't an ideal launch platform, but it would have to do.
With a sharp exhale, Cynbel sprang forward and up, launching himself from the treeline with the force of a cannon blast. There was an undeniable feeling of freedom to the climb. To see the ground become so distant, to feel the wind across one's flesh... Cynbel found it liberating.
He kept his body narrow, his form rigid to maximize the efficiency of his climb. And climb he did! Adallindis' distant form quickly came into view, and within only a minute the Lancer had returned to his master's side.
"If the Lady wishes," Cynbel said as he slowed himself to match speed with Adallindis, "I can keep you aloft until we reach Serendipity's riverlands."