Chapter Two: Name Suggestions
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(Later That Morning)

"So, have you came up with a name yet?" Ember, the pink dragoness, spoke.

Cynder sighed deeply upon the question as she, positioned on her hind legs which was something that she and her lover has learned to do while growing up, was at the moment helping her best friend, Ember, reorganize the appliances in her home.

Recently, Ember wanted to refuse the offer of help from the black dragoness out of concern due to her condition, but Cynder stated that she was fine and well since the entire pregnancy takes at least six months to process.

And due to that case in point, Ember relented on the subject.

They were momentarily done with the reorganization, sat on the nearby bed, and took a reprieve of breath for a while.

"No, we haven't thought of a name yet, Ember." Cynder spoke in response to Ember's question.

Then, she directed her gaze to Ember with a creased right brow before the pink dragoness noticed.

"Why, you got a name we can use?"

Instantly caught by surprise upon the question, Ember stammered on her words for a while before halting and diverted her gaze a bit to register her thoughts on a possible name.

"Well?" Cynder pressed.

"Don't press." Ember spoke, with her gaze still droned forward in thought.

"Okay."

Silence.

"I got it." She spoke after a while with an instant smile on her face.

"You found a name?" Cynder asked, her brow intact in the same position, yet her expression piqued with interest.

Diverting her gaze to the black dragoness, Ember nodded.

"Mm-hmm."

Cynder nodded.

"Okay, lay it on me."

"If it's a girl, Cyndra."

Cynder's expression instantly grew dumbfounded, yet it proved as a disregard to the pink dragoness.

"Huh?"

"And if it's a boy, Cyndro."

"What?" Cynder spoke with a fit of laughter escaping her tone, despite her confusion.

Ember nodded.

"Yeah. Half of you, half of Spyro."

"Yeah, but…" Cynder started, as her expression was both masked with uncertainty and confusion upon the unusual names. "Cyndra and Cyndro? I mean, those names are like a male version of me and a female version of, well…me."

Then, Cynder looked to the pink dragoness, but did a double take as she noticed the pouting expression of feigning hurt that Ember was giving off towards her.

"Y-You mean, you don't like the names?" She spoke before Cynder's expression grimaced with annoyance.

"Ah, Ember, give it a rest." Cynder spoke while issuing a playful shove, with her right paw, to the pink dragoness' shoulder.

Ember chuckled inwardly upon the action as both dragoness grew in silence for a while with their attentions droned forward.

"You think that Spyro would know of any names?" Ember asked.

Cynder shook her head.

"Doubtful." She replied. "He said that maybe if we wait until birth, we'll see if we could come up with something."

"And what about him?" She asked while issuing her gaze to Cynder, who returned the gesture towards the pink dragoness. "I mean, no offense to the prophecy dragon, but I don't see him issuing any names out."

Cynder snickered.

"Yeah, don't worry. He'll probably come up with something."

Meanwhile…

"Say what?" Spyro spoke, an expression of perplex etched on his face as he and an orange dragon were waltzing, on their hind legs, the grassy landscapes of the village surrounded by a number of bushes and trees swaying softly in the wind.

"If it's a boy, name him Spyder." Flame, the orange dragon, spoke with a smile etched on his face. "You know, half you, half Cynder."

Spyro grew silence with the expression intact before Flame noticed, but kept his smile.

"So what do you think?"

Snickering incredulously, Spyro shook his head.

"I think you lost your damn mind."

Almost instantly, Flame's smile diverted to a frown as a sign of disappointment as Spyro noticed.

"I mean, don't get me wrong. The name's fine unless the kid was walking around on eight legs like a goddamn octopus or, uh…an actual spider. Not to mention that, assuming it's a boy, he'll have the wings of a dragon."

Instantly, Flame, after clear thought, has gotten the idea and nodded.

"Good point."

Spyro nodded in response before diverting his attention forward with Flame doing likewise.

Both grew in awkward silence for a while.

"So, you came up with a—" Flame started before Spyro, with a groan of annoyance, braced his left paw to his forehead and shook his head.

Flame noticed before Spyro issued his annoyed gaze to him.

"What?" The orange dragon questioned.

"Really, Flame? You're asking me the same question you asked me the first time even thought I already gave you an answer?"

Flame shrugged his shoulders.

"Yeah, hey, I'm just checking to see if that noggin of yours has got any ideas. I mean, I doubt Cynder would come up with any kind of names for the kid."

Spyro snickered inwardly and diverted his gaze forward.

"You best hope that she doesn't hear you say that."

"Why? Because she used be—" Flame started before being greeted with a harsh smack to the back of the head by the purple dragon's tail.

The orange dragon flinched in pain upon the action while bracing and rubbing his left paw to his head.

"Ow!" Flame spoke before issuing his glare to Spyro, who kept his attention forward and his smile intact. "Dude, that was harsh."

"Flame, what did I tell you about bringing that up?"

"Alright, sorry, my bad. It won't happen again."

"Apology accepted."

As his glaring expression loosened, a snicker escaped Flame's maw as the two dragons resumed their walk, eventually coming across a clearing where the bright sun was radiating overhead from the skies.

Both Flame and Spyro, positioned from their hind legs down to their haunches, looked up to the skies as the purple dragon's smile remained intact, yet a thought entered his mind as his orange traveling companion noticed.

"Something on your mind?"

Silence.

"At the moment." The purple dragon answered.

"Care to share?" Flame spoke out of interest as Spyro kept his dreamily stare to the skies.

"You, uh…you ever wonder just how lucky you are to be with the one that you really care about?" He spoke with his gaze intact to the skies.

Silence. Then a nod issued from Flame.

"Sometimes." He answered before directing his gaze to the skies. "But most of the time, I always wonder if Ember and I were truly meant to be together and have something wonderful like what you and Cynder have."

Diverting his gaze slightly from the skies to the side, Spyro grew silence in thought for a while.

"Do you believe in fate, Flame?"

Upon the question, Flame issued his attention to Spyro before providing an answer.

"Most of the time."

"Then, you have nothing to worry about. A wise dragon once said, 'He who believes in fate, is guided, not by the intuition of the mind, but by the essence of the heart, towards one's true love. Thus that true love becomes his soul mate.'" Spyro spoke before directing his attention to Flame, who grew silence upon the speech. "I'm assuming you know what that means."

Flame nodded.

"Destined love. And I'm assuming that Ignitus told you those things."

Spyro nodded.

"Yeah, it was something along those lines that he recently got me thinking about."

Flame snickered inwardly.

"Go figure. By the way, where are the other guardians?"

Spyro shook his head.

"Don't know. I figured that I would ask Ignitus about that later on."

"Oh. Anyway, before the name suggestion came up, you mentioned something about a romantic night involving a certain black dragoness. What's that about?"

"Come on, let me show you." Spyro spoke after issuing a head gesture to Flame, who followed the purple dragon.

That's it for chapter two! Once again, I apologize for the shortness of the chap. Keep a lookout for more.

Next Chap: Spyro and Cynder issue their plans for a romantic night together.