Ch 3...Mmm-hmm…

"Yeah, Satyr…you want something else?" said Cynder.

"No, no! Satyr is good! It's just, well, don't you think the guardians should see it first?" stammered Spyro.

"Umm…it?" she couldn't believe he just called the baby that.

"Yes…It." repeated Spyro, though he shouldn't have.

"IT?"

Sparx, who was sitting on the floor, rubbing his aching nose, got up and drifted forwards. "Now THIS I gotta see." he snickered.

"Spyro, it's not an it…" said Cynder softly, but her anger was too much. Her mothering, female instincts kicked into gear. "IT'S NOT AN IT, SPYRO! IT'S JUST A CHILD!"

"I didn't mean it in a bad way!" whined Spyro, trying to apologize. He didn't even know what fired her up in the first place. "I just said that because I didn't know if it was a…"

"Didn't KNOW?! WHO CARES IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW! YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE SAID ANYTHING FROM THE START!" shrieked Cynder, black smoke fuming around her.

Another mole passing by was about to shush Cynder. She turned around, glared at him, and let out an angry roar, scaring him away. She whipped her head around to stare at Spyro. Her glare was as piercing as a cobra's, a snarl remained at the back of her throat.

"YOU KNOW WHAT?! FORGET IT!" she hissed, whirled around, and stalked off down the hall.

"What'd I do?"

"Rule number one of parenting," scolded Sparx, drifting closer as soon as she had left. "Never, EVER call the child an IT."

***

Spyro and Sparx took off after the now angry dragoness, following her into the elder's room.

"Hey!" shouted Sparx to the earth guardian, Terrador.

"Hay is for horses." he replied. Sparx ignored him. Terrador was busy reading a book. He looked up when he heard the tip-tap of footsteps.

"Terrador!" yelled Spyro, butting into Cynder on his way in. He was trying to get her attention to apologize. She simply ignored him.

"Spyro, Cynder, how are you two this morning? What is that thing in Cynder's wing?" he prompted. Cynder's lip twitched when Terrador said 'that' and 'thing'. Spyro was quick to notice her irritation, so he spoke up for both of them.

"It's a baby dragon, sir." he announced.

Terrador only grumbled. "Aren't you two a little too young to…"

"No, no, no! Not that way!" Spyro interrupted, embarrassed. "You've got the wrong idea! We were just relaxing in Cynder's room when a giant portal appeared in the middle of the room! It tried to suck me up and, well, Cynder saved me."

He sneaked a glance at her behind him. She looked as if he hadn't spoken. Spyro's head lowered a bit in disappointment.

"And?" Terrador prompted.

"Uh, well, we all decided to go in there and Cynder just started searching all over the place." Spyro stared up at Terrador, a knowing glint appeared in the old dragons eye.

He continued. "She ended up finding this little guy. But, once she picked him up, the walls on either side of the place started closing in. And when we got back, a green map appeared in the middle of the room…"

He didn't finish. Terrador had scrambled up from his sitting position and was looking at the four of them intently, especially Satyr.

"Show me." he said.

Spyro and Cynder got up and led Terrador to Cynder's room.

Once they exited, Sparx hovered aimlessly around the room. He noticed Terrador's

Book, and flew closer to read the title. It spelled 'Wind Guardians/Dragons'.

"Wind Dragons?" Sparx questioned aloud.

"Hey, Sparx!" Spyro said, poking his head in. "You coming?"

"Sure, sure."