Spyro is the property of Universal. I just like screwing around with stuff.
Author's Note: For once, I have nothing to say, here. Read on!!
Elora woke with a start on the dawn of the sixth day. She was barely awake as she pulled on a terry-cloth robe to preserve her modesty, and left the loose curlers in as she made her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth and go through the morning rituals with absolute stringency.
She could smell toast being made as she went in. But when she came out, five minutes later, with bouncing, lively hair, bright eyed and quite literally bushy tailed, the warm comforting smell of toast had turned to charcoal. To boot, the smoke alarm was going off.
"Breakfast is ready, Professor?" she called calmly as she peeked through the kitchen door, wrinkling her nose cutely at the black fog that was rising from the toaster.
"My Whiskers! You'd think that with four degrees in Quantum Transportational Magic Mechanics, I'd be able to keep bread from catching alight!"
Eventually, some kind of breakfast was made and eaten without issue, and the burnt slices and peices went to the lab rats. (Save for the green one, who simply turned her nose up at it and went back to her tiny coffee mug and her copy of the Summer Forest Journal.)
After that, Elora took almost forty five minutes to decide on exactly what she should wear. She was caught between casual and smart-casual, or perhaps fully diplomatic. In the end, after standing topless before her wardrobe with a foul grimace, she went for her green tube top- Less was, invariably, more, and something simple like this would allow her to be comfortable without being over, or perhaps under dressed. Although she did take the cloak, once again, reasoning that it could be chilly despite the unseasonal sunshine.
She found the Professor marvelling over his newly mutated lab rat, his accidental experiment, who had not only let herself out of her cage, but was now standing over his clip board and making corrections to his more iffy calculations.
"I think I have a new Agent 9, here, Elora." He chirped cheerfully as he observed, peering at her with his coke bottle glasses.
"I think you might be right" Replied the faun. "Only, a little more Agent, and a little less IQ-level-9."
"Oh, stop that! At least he's helping with the Rhynoc insurgences. Are you ready to go?"
Elora gulped. "As ready as I'll ever be. One question, though, before we go."
"What's that?"
"Do they speak Common Tongue? Will I be able to understand them? Talk to them?"
The Professor grinned, quite slyly. He wasn't about to give anything away yet.
"I think you'll be pleasantly surprised." He hinted as he hopped off his work stool and walked towards the portal-room door.
"Damn you, Old Man!" Elora grumbled as she trotted soon after, bidding an awkward, but cheery farewell to the rat who was waving her off, as she disappeared just behind her father into the newly activated portal arch.