It has been years since the defeat of Malefor.. Yet, a now teenage Spyro still felt like he couldn't get some alone time. He looked down at the city below him from his perch just outside on a cliff. He lay his head down. He had grown impressively over the years. His horns growing out, his muscles defining, yet he was still narrow enough to be quick and agile. He wasn't the biggest dragon his age, but that didn't bother him.
He sighed, a small stream of smoke rising from his nostrils. His gaze softened as he looked at the gentle, calming view. "Sparx would've loved this.." He says to himself.
Spyro looks up suddenly, feeling a presence behind him. His face drops into a frown for a moment, before he smiles gently. "Hi there Cynder.."
The black dragoness smiled to her purple friend. She had grown into a lovely young dragoness, and it was no secret she had a thing for her young, hero friend. Cynder walked over to Spyro and sat down by him as he sat up. "You looked kinda lonely over here.. Thought you might like some company."
Spyro swore inwardly to himself as he smiled to his friend. "Just relaxing a bit. Everyone's had me so busy lately I've barely had time to sleep!" He laughs softly, earning a small giggle from Cynder. He looked at his own back as he unfolds his battered wings. "Heh.. Not even old yet and my wings are already resembling Ignitus'.." He says. Cynder looks and lets out a purr of agreement as she nods. "Yeah. You really do need a break."
Spyro smiled to her, folding his wings up and laying back down, his gaze on the city below. He could feel Cynder laying down beside him, cuddling into his side. Both lay in silence as he rested his head down on the grass below. His purple eyes drifted closed as sleep started to take over his mind. However, just as sleep took over, words came to Spyro's exhausted mind.
"I love you..."