Cynder grumbled and covered her head with a wing. The sun was shining right on her face and wok her up. "I hate it when it does that. Why couldn't they give Spyro a room that faced away from the sun?" She was lying on a pile of pillows in the middle of Spyro's room, or rather, their room. She sighed sadly. "It's been a month since we killed Malefor and Warfang is still in ruins." She got up, yawned then realized Spyro wasn't there. "Hey, where'd he go? He was with me when I went to sleep." She blushed at herself. After she expressed her feelings to Spyro they had become closer than ever, but not quite mates yet. She went over to Sparx on the mantle. He had made himself a small bed that he used for when he visited them. Cynder poked Sparx carefully. "Sparx? Get up."
The little dragonfly shot up and yelled out,"It was Cynder, she did it!!" Cynder looked at him curiously. "Sparx, have you seen Spyro?"
He shook his head then fell back asleep. Cynder smiled but her smile turned to a frown of worry. "He always gets into trouble when he goes out alone."
She headed down to the mess hall to see if he was there.
"Hey Cynder!" Cynder turned to see Ember and Flame wave her over. "Hey Flame, Ember. Have you seen Spyro?"
"No, is he in trouble?" Flame replied with a grin. Cynder thought of this. "I don't know. He could be. I couldn't find him this morning and he's still missing."
Ember piped up. "We'll help you look for him if you want." Cynder almost jumped for joy. "Yes, thank you, we can leave right now!" She dashed from the hall, Flame and Ember following closely. "Cynder slow down!" they said in unison.
