A/N: Hey guys!

Here's a little one shot I prepared in about an hour. Please tell me what you think!

What's Worth its While

Cynder stepped out of her room into the stone balcony to allow sweet smell of summer to fill her lungs. A smile grew on her gentle muzzle as she bathed herself sun's bright beams, and warmed her scaled with the heat. Letting out a cool sigh, she walked towards the ledge of the balcony and propped herself on it. Below, she spotted the temple servants as they moved in every which way; some holding open crates of bright fruits and some bundles of vivid flowers. It was wonderful that for once it was not Spyro of herself being overwhelmed with morning duties. Waking up late was pleasant, at least once in a while.

"Good morning," the dragoness was suddenly startled as a voice spoke behind her. Gazing back, she eyed Spyro. The dragon moved to her side, and lifted himself on the balcony ledge. Grinning, he placed a wing upon her. "Looks like you're enjoying the morning," coed the purple dragon, as his tail wrapped around hers and he closed his eyes.

"I sure am," Cynder replied as her paw moved upon his; her claws running across its grooves. "Summer's here," she added. Spyro, who had lost himself in the warmth of the rising sun, shook as he opened an eye.

"I can tell," he spoke in a hushed, yet merry tone. Opening his second eye, he gazed at her. "The fruits of the first harvest are coming in." Spyro bumped his shoulder against the black dragoness. "The flowers have also returned." The dragon added. "You'll have flowers in your vases again, Cyn."

"You're right," Cynder remarked with heightened anticipation.

But as she looked away from those below them, she set her eyes on Spyro. His ever-present smile filled her stomach with butterflies, and made her chest tighten. Moving herself closer to him, the dragoness laid a kiss on his lips.

"But I do have to say," Cynder started. "That flowers don't compare to you moving into my room." Cynder giggled as she felt joyful embarrassment hit her. "That made the winter worth its long while."