Spyro watched the two Guardians sleep, their sides rising and falling steadily. He wondered why they seemed so at peace at night, but when they were awake, they bickered constantly.
"Ignitus," he whispered, "why are they so…friendly, during the night, but whenever I see them in the day, they're always fighting?"
Ignitus looked at him sharply, "that is not your concern," he said sternly. When Spyro's shoulders hunched contritely from the rebuke, the old dragon relented. "Volteer once saved Cyril's life," he admitted, glancing at the golden dragon, "They are, I assure you, very close friends, but…Cyril's proud nature and Volteer's…speaking habits…well, let's just say, Cyril expresses gratitude his way."
Spyro grinned, making a mental note never to find himself in the position when he would have to save the pompous blue dragon's life. He looked back at them, seeing them both in a new perspective.
"I know your secret, Cyril," he whispered, before curling up to sleep against Ignitus, a small smile on his face.
End