"Spyro, this is a bad idea."
"What could be so bad about it?" They smirk as they look at Hunter. "Besides, I'm sure this will work!"
Hunter only sighs in response. "Okay, but I warned you."
He quietly goes inside the house, slowly opening and closing the door. Spyro clears his throat before putting his right hind leg onto a stone. He cracks all of his digits on his hands. Putting his head close to the guitar, he gently glides his claws through the guitar strings. They tune it a little on one of the strings before playing it again. Once he's satisfied with the sound, he smiles in a cocky manner as he takes a deep breath.
"I think you're a superstar, yeah you are, why don't you know? Yeah you're so pretty that it hurts!"
An apple comes flying out of the window and hits Spyro right between his eyes. He falls backwards, still holding the guitar as his sunglasses fly off.
"Spyro, can you please shut the hell up? It's five in the morning, it's too early for this!" Elora yells out.
"So that's why Hunter was telling me not to do this…"
Spyro holds a small ice pack up to his forehead close to where the apple hit.
It has been a few hours, but the area still hurt like a bitch. Elora walks beside him with her arms crossed and a cheeky smirk on her face. She takes a bite out of an apple while holding the one she threw at Spyro in her other hand. Spyro looks up at Elora.
"You know, if you didn't sing at five in the morning you wouldn't have to put that ice pack up to your forehead." Elora remarks.
"Sorry I'm over here trying to help you with your confidence." Spyro playfully retorts as he sticks his tongue out.
Elora chuckles. "And you think a song like that would help?"
"It was worth a shot."
With the same smile on her face, she rolls her eyes. She takes another bite.
"And may I ask what's next from the oh mighty Mister Confidence?"
"Fake it 'till ya make it, baby!" It only took a moment for Elora to start laughing, causing Spyro to stop and look back at her. "What? I'm actually kinda serious."
Elora just puts a stop to her laughter. "...Wait what?"
"What, you think I was born a suave dragon? Ha, I wish!" Spyro exclaims as his wings spread out. "Just between you and me, Elora, even I needed help with confidence at one point. Mainly when I was younger and…"
Spyro gasps as a huge smile going from horn to horn crawls up on their face. He glees with excitement and his tail wags back and forth. Elora only looks at them in confusion. Spyro throws the ice pack away and gets close to her.
"I haven't introduced you to the Artisans yet, have I?"
Elora shakes her head. She swears that his smile only grows wider and wider with each passing second.
"Oh, I've got to bring you there! We can get two birds with one stone!" They say excitedly.
It's like he's a child going into a candy store and, at least for Elora, it's really cute to see the sparkles in his eyes. Looking at their wide smile makes her smile. She's been wondering about the other dragons for a while now, especially since she recalls Spyro mentioning Nestor, so this is a good opportunity for them both.
"Well, let's go then." She gives him the other, unbitten apple. "You might wanna eat a little while we're going there."
"Of course," he takes the apple, "you shall go first ma'am."
"Nah, you should go first because I'm gonna get there before you do."
"Oh, bring it on!"
They run ahead and Elora runs as well, catching up to the dragon in front of her.
The two catch their breath, mainly Elora.
Once she catches her breath, she looks around. Her mouth opens just slightly seeing the sights in front and around her. The grass is greener than Summer Forest's grass, there aren't as many trees around the area aside from far off into the distance like if it's part of a town, there's even a little hedge maze by both a doorway and an area with a waterfall. Looking behind her, Elora sees a castle-like building with a door big enough for a full-grown dragon to go through. She walks up to it and places her hand onto the door. It was made of wood, yet the surface felt smooth where one wouldn't be able to get a splinter. Unlike the base of the door, the rest was made of gold.
"I see you like the outside of my house." Spyro says as he leans up against the door.
Elora looks between him and the building. She steps back to have more of it into view while still looking back and forth between them. She points at the castle.
"That is your house?"
Spyro shrugs. "Yeah pretty much. Some of the other dragons sleep here too." He replies. "Well, mainly me, Nestor, and Argus. Lindar only comes in every other day."
"Huh," Elora puts her chin on her closed hand. "Y'know, I thought it'd be more something like a cave with gems as beds."
"Eh, some of the dragons sleep in that. I never liked how that felt up against my body, so I decided I'd go for a bed instead." Spyro answers. "Plus, I get neck pain the morning afterwards so they thought I shouldn't sleep on that for the time being."
Elora turns around, running her eyes everywhere. "Speaking of, where are they? I don't see them anywhere."
Sparx immediately points to the direction of one of the portals, causing Elora to jump back some. Spyro looks in that direction as Sparx returns to their side.
"Sorry, I kinda forgot you were there, Sparx." Elora says.
Sparx only rolls his eyes as he's saying something in a mocking manner; Spyro laughs in response.
"Don't mind him, he's usually quiet like that. Even I sometimes forget he's around me so don't worry about that." They wink as they point to Sparx, who just sticks his tongue out at him. "Anyways, I guess they're in Town Square."
"You can tell just from that?" Elora raises her eyebrow.
"Yeah, Sparx always points in the direction of something or someone when needed, like for example gems." They explain. "All dragonflies do that."
"Huh. You know, that actually somewhat explains all of the gems you have there." She replies as she points at the window with her thumb, her eyes quickly shifting to the sparkling gems inside and then back at Spyro.
"What, you want a dragonfly to help you with that?" He playfully asks.
"Maybe, but then there'd be a competition on our hands."
"As if there ain't one already!" Spyro runs off. "Last one to Town Square is a rotten Ripto!"
Before she has a chance of responding, Spyro jumps and glides in the direction of the portal as Sparx flies to him. As if it was on instinct, she runs as fast as she can to the portal. She jumps off the circular platform that lies in the middle and lands on her hooves. Somehow she manages to catch up to Spyro close to the portal to Town Square. Elora reaches out to the portal, however she trips right as she's about to enter. On the other side, she lands on the grass with her arms up against her chest. Spyro comes out just fine, looking at him. She gets up and leans up against the nearest wall.
Elora closes her eyes as she catches her breath. The world feels like it's spinning all around her and she feels lightheaded; if she was any more short of breath, she might've collapsed right then and there. She takes slow, deep breaths as she's whispering 'just keep breathing' to herself. Her ears perk up, hearing Spyro's feet glide through the grass. Once he stops walking, she puts up her shaky hand in case he decides to put his arm out for any reason. Instead of him reaching out like she expected, he gently takes it and holds it. Elora opens her eyes, seeing them in front of her as their tail's running back and forth. They blink with a clear look of everlasting worry ingrained on their face that Elora can see.
"Are you okay? You just… Backed up there."
"Yeah, I'm fine," Elora uses his holding as help getting up from the ground. "I just can't work myself out as much as anyone else can."
Spyro frowns. "If this happens again, please let me know right away."
Elora slightly nods before realizing what's hitting her nose; she sniffs the air with her nose twitching and moving. Something's being grilled, but she's unsure about exactly what's being made. However, she can tell where it's coming from, somewhere behind Spyro. The dragon looks behind himself then back at Elora.
"Oh, yeah they're supposed to be having a barbeque today." Spyro says, almost like he's telling himself that.
Then Spyro starts walking and Elora follows. Around the corner, Elora stops and the first thing to catch her eyes are all of the dragons there. She counts each of them, counting up to sixteen dragons, excluding Spyro. They were all three times his size, if not four. Unlike Spyro, they all stand and walk on two legs. All around the dragons were food, each of varying types. There were even some desserts for after the main meal from what she could notice. One of the dragons is playing what she presumes to be a mandolin. The way he plays it is soft and calming to the ears, and he seems to be enjoying himself.
She walks forward, looking at everything and everyone closely. A smile creeps up her face as her eyes light up like a small kid on a holiday. She never thought she'd see the day she'd meet a whole clan of dragons, let alone more than one. Elora stops walking before she bumps into anybody as she's looking around in awe. Before she knows it, Spyro grabs her arm, snapping her out of her train of thought and looks at Spyro. She retracts her arm immediately and has it close to her chest, almost as if instinct was taking over.
"Oh, uh, sorry Elora." Spyro apologizes as they smile sheepishly.
"No, it's fine," she puts her arm close to Spyro, "force of habit."
"So this is Elora, huh?" The dragon in front of the two says. He puts his hand out. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Nestor!"
"He… Talked about me?" Elora raises her eyebrow as she shakes his hand.
"Of course!" Nestor exclaims. "It feels like you're the only thing he talks about whenever he opens his mouth!"
"What about Hunter?"
"They talk about him, but not as much as he does with you." Nestor replies.
He looks at Spyro then chuckles. Elora looks at them and they're looking away from both Nestor and Elora as their cheeks turn a pinkish color.
"Aww, am I embarrassing you in front of your girlfriend?" He teases.
Spyro looks at Elora and then the two look at Nestor. "We're not a couple!" Both of them say in unison.
That only causes Nestor to laugh. A blue dragon shows himself from behind Nestor, having a big smile on his face.
"Oooh, are we talking about Spyro's love life? I've got to hear this!"
Spyro hides himself in their wings. "Not you too, Lindar…!"
"How many times do I have to tell you not to stand behind me?" Nestor glares at Lindar, who only laughs in response.
"Haha, sorry." He steps away. "Anyways, who's the lucky person to be dating our little Spyro?"
"Lindar why are you fucking doing this to me too!"
Spyro hides his tail between his legs and tries to cover himself more. If he hides himself anymore, he'll become a ball. Nestor looks at Lindar once again, this time with his arms crossed.
"...You kept swearing in front of him even when I told you to not do that, didn't you?"
"What? Swearin' ain't gonna hurt the damn kid." Lindar calmly answers. "I mean, look at them! They're just fine aside from becoming a little fuckin' ball, ain't that right Spyro?"
Spyro doesn't reply aside from a combination of a whine and a groan. Elora just stands there, watching this whole thing go down like she's not even here. That explains at least one thing though.
Nestor just sighs. "This is Lindar, clock's our finest mechanic but he usually just makes clocks."
"And what's fucking wrong with clocks and watches? They're fuckin' awesome and you can see what time it is right on your damn wrist no matter where you are!" Clock says, showing off one of the clocks they created. "Or one on your tail, or your waist, or anywhere you want! Just don't put it in your mouth ma'am," he leans in, "trust me, it doesn't end so well."
Elora's ears go down and back. "Uhh, I certainly won't. How do you…?"
Spyro pops his head out. "Lindar and Gavin had a competition on who could eat a watch in its entirety! They had stomach aches for a couple weeks after they both ate two watches, but damn man it was so awesome to watch!"
"Eat it, eat it, eat it!" Spyro chanted.
Lindar ate one watch, swallowed it, and did the same to another watch. Gavin, on the other hand, laughed as he grabbed two watches.
"I eat watches for breakfast! I can do two in no time!" He said."Hey! Those are my fuckin' jokes!" Clock angrily exclaimed.
Gavin did just as he said by throwing the two watches in his mouth. He chewed and crunched them into little pieces before swallowing them. Lindar quickly snatched five more and held them up as his eyebrows furrowed big time.
"But can you do five clocks at once, motherfucker?!""Bring it on!"
Before either had a chance to go for another one, both of their stomachs growled furiously like a beast. Spyro looked back and forth between the two as he let out a long 'uh' and put his hands down. Lindar put their hands on clocks stomach, ignoring the fact he was holding multiple clocks in his hands and they fell to the floor. Gavin gave in as well, almost dropping to his knees.
"Shit, I need… I need to go!""Agreed! And- And I need some coffee while I'm at it!" Gavin grunted as he tried to go.
"That was awesome?" Elora crosses her arms as her eyebrow raises up.
"Hey, at least I learned what happens when you eat clocks!" Spyro grins. "And if this makes you happy, I never ate a watch or a clock in my whole life!"
"Not that you should eat clocks in the first place," Nestor says in disappointment.
"Definitely. Just because you can doesn't mean you should." Elora agrees.
Nestor's eyes widen as he looks back and forth between Spyro and Elora. It ends on him looking at Spyro.
"You sure you're not dating her?"
"Nestor!"
"Okay sorry, sorry," he says before he clears his throat, "I'm sure you didn't bring your friend here just for us to tease you."
"I definitely did not bring her here for that." Spyro confirms before they look at Lindar with a smile. "I was wondering if you'd be able to help Elora with her confidence?"
"Wait hold up, this guy?" Spyro nods. "This guy is where you got your confidence from?" They nod again. "You've got to be kidding me."
"Nope, he ain't!" Lindar responds.
"I thought it would be Nestor!" Elora exclaims as she has her arms out wide open in Nestor's direction. "I mean, he seems like he has some confidence!"
"Nah, I wish I was the one to do that." Nestor says.
Elora looks at Spyro, who's pointing towards Lindar, who's pointing towards clockself. She looks back at Nestor, who's just standing there, as if he's waiting patiently for Elora to make a decision. The faun looks around them, seeing everyone everywhere. Looking at everyone, her heart starts pumping a little faster and it feels like a pit is forming in her stomach. After a moment, she knows exactly what she's gonna do.
"I'm gonna get mine from Nestor, and I wanna get outta here." She says, pointing to the way they came from. "It's not good for my anxiety and it feels like it's… Getting tighter in here, and we're not even in a room. I don't like that."
"Okay, let's get you out of here then." Nestor gently takes Elora's hand.
"Have fun with Nestor." Spyro says. "You know where to find me!"
Nestor guides Elora out of Town Square and back into the main area. Part of the way there, Elora holds onto Nestor's arm. The moment she's away from the crowded area, she feels a lot better, and her holding onto Nestor helps a ton. She doesn't know what it is about him, he just radiates the feeling of safety and calmness. It's like her anxiety's just melting away, and it didn't feel like she's been holding onto him for that long either.
Before she knows it, they're right back to where Spyro and Elora first started. Nestor then lets go of Elora's hand, which in return she stops holding onto him. He walks up to the doors and pulls them open. Afterwards, he steps aside so Elora can go inside first; she walks in and looks all around her. It looks a lot bigger on the inside than she originally thought it would be. Looking to the right, she sees the same bed from before and the gems that rest beside it. Now that she's inside, Elora can get a better look at the bed.
She walks closer to that side of the room. The blanket was purple, almost the same kind of purple as his scales, while the bedsheets were as white as snow. The pillow was the same colors as his sunglasses, except unlike those, the blue and green reside on the same side with the blue colors being on the top half while the green is on the bottom half. The same might be true for the back side, but she doesn't want to touch anything of Spyro's purely out of respect. Close to the bed, she looks at the gems. There's more than she thought there was, even a few bags here and there. It'll take forever to count them all one by one, but if she has to guess, it's probably everything from when Spyro went to Avalar and the rest has to be from either prior or between the time he first went there and when he came back.
The sound of walking on stairsteps makes her ears perk up. Elora looks in the direction of the footsteps and sees Nestor going upstairs. She speed walks up to him, slowing down once she gets by his side. When they get onto the second floor, she looks around the room. There's three doors, all on different sides of each other with one in front of her, one on the left, and one on the right. She takes a guess that they're bedrooms. On one of the sides of the bedrooms, there's a couple of couches, a chair, and a TV on a stand, where Nestor walks to but he doesn't take a seat.
After a few seconds of examining the room, she goes to sit down on the little chair. Her body slightly sinks into it like if she's sitting on a bean bag, but it's not to where she'll have a problem getting off the chair if she needs to get up. If she ever does get up anyways, she doesn't mind staying here for a while, maybe a day or five.
"Do you want anything to drink, Elora?" Nestor offers.
She looks at him. "Oh uh, some water if that doesn't trouble you."
"Of course not."
He walks away from that area of the room. He's not heading towards the stairs, as Elora notices, so she watches him and he's going towards the opposite side of the room. Apparently she missed a door all the way to the right of the room when entering, which she's unsure of how she didn't see that when she came in and mentally smacks herself on the forehead. All of a sudden, she realizes how tight her wristbands feel on her. Elora adjusts them, making them looser; she hates how her wrists get swollen out of nowhere, especially on days when she shouldn't have these problems.
"Here's your water."
Elora jumps, causing her to accidentally untie one of her wristbands and it falls to the bottom of the bean bag. She quickly grabs it and puts it back on as fast as she can. Afterwards she takes the cup from him.
"Sorry about that, thank you." She smiles before she drinks some of the water.
"You're fine." Nestor reassures. "Are your hands okay?"
"Huh?" Her eyes then widen, forgetting about how swollen her wrists are for a moment. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine. This isn't quite abnormal for me."
Elora drinks a little more. Nestor goes to sit down on the couch next to her. For a few moments, there's nothing but silence between the two and shared glances every now and again. She doesn't even know what to say to break the quietness of the room. Looking at her cup, she already has a little left rather than halfway or close to full. Elora might as well drink the rest of it if that's the case.
"So uh… Do you have any family?"
That question almost makes her spit out the water. She only swallows it and coughs instead, taken off-guard by that question. Afterwards, she stares at him.
"Sorry," Nestor apologizes, "I thought I'd start off with that. I wanted to know you better personally so..."
"No, no, you're fine." Elora only coughs one more time before clearing her throat. "I just didn't expect it. I… I just have Hunter now."
"Hunter, huh? What about your parents? ...If you don't mind me asking, of course." He says. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to."
Elora's ears droop as she smiles, appreciating what he said. However, it disappears as soon as it comes.
"My mom… Died when I was ten. I don't know if I even have another parent, to be frank, so I just have my brother. He annoys me sometimes, he drives me crazy where I swear I sometimes don't know why Mom took him in, but I appreciate having him in my life, you know?"
Nestor nods. "You're always welcomed here, same with Hunter. You can always ask anything of us at any time, no questions asked."
"Thank you." Elora says. "You remind me of her, a lot."
"Really now?"
"Yeah. I mean, you were willing to take in a kid with no family of his own, you're kind, but I don't think you're as clumsy as Mom was though." She remembers a particular moment when she was alive, causing her to laugh. "Man, paint got everywhere that day, if I didn't know any better I'd say she was trying to paint the town red but instead of the town, the walls and the floors were red and I was covered in it. I remember it like it was yesterday."
Nestor laughs. "Jeez, how many cans was she carrying?"
"Just two," she puts two fingers up, "but one of them broke open when she tripped and that was such a disaster we had to hold off on painting until I was cleaned and we got the paint off the floor. We'd always laugh about stuff like that happening afterwards."
"Reminds me of something Spyro did when he was younger. Oh!" He quickly gets up, grabs something, then sits back down. "Since we're talking about it, I've got to show you some pictures of them."
He flips through the pages as Elora gets up and sits down next to him, trying to take a good look at the pages he's flipping through. From what she can tell, a majority of them are capturing moments the dragons had together, but nothing with Spyro in them yet.
Nestor slows down, allowing her to see the pictures in more detail. They still don't have Spyro yet, but a few of them show an egg that went from a light pink at the top to an amethyst purple at the bottom. It had patterns of what dragon eggs usually looked like in the books she read, but they were a deep, rich purple unlike the rest of the egg. Since he's slowing down, she wonders if that's the egg Spyro hatched from. Before she knows it, he stops completely on a page with some photos of a dragon after the egg hatched.
"Ah there we are. Look at him, wasn't he cute as a baby?" Nestor says as he holds up the picture for her to see, having the biggest smile on his face like a parent does when showing off their kid. "I miss it when he was a little baby, he was the chubbiest little thing I've ever seen!"
She takes the photo album from his hands and looks at the pictures herself. Her eyes wander through the pictures, each taking place after the previous one. Getting through the pictures after the baby ages, she realizes something about the photos with Spyro in them, he looked much rounder and it looked like his horns were growing in a different direction. Spyro looked so different yet so much the same when he was younger, just smaller than he is now.
Elora lands on one of his birthday pictures; he had frosting all over his face with a huge chunk of the cake eaten, like if he blew out the candles and then stuck his face in there instead of waiting for the picture to be taken. The writing on the cake was 'Happy Birthday'... Silma? Sulma? Solma? She's unable to make out exactly what the name was, with the second letter being gone, but she moves onto the next picture instead of wondering about it; it's personal to him, so she doesn't wish to remember it for his sake. There's not much in between that year and the next, guessing it's probably because of the prior, as the next picture is another birthday photo.
This time, however, Spyro was sitting there smiling for the picture instead of having his face full of cake like the last one. The cake, this time, read 'Happy Birthday Spyro' and he was looking much more like how he looked now but not entirely, although he was getting there. She flips to the next page and it's showing more pictures for that year unlike before. One shows Spyro lifting the sunglasses he had prior to meeting her up, smiling cockingly to the camera while some nonsense went on in the background. There were gems from downstairs present in the picture with Sparx holding one of them as he was waving to the camera. It's pretty cool to see stuff like this where she's smiling.
She shakes her head. Hold on a damn minute. Elora closes the album and looks up at Nestor.
"Wait aren't we supposed to be working on my confidence?"
"Right, right, sorry about that. I got sidetracked," he apologises as he takes the album from her."Aren't we supposed to be working on my confidence?"
"Right, right, sorry about that. I got sidetracked there," he says as he takes the album from her. "What I can suggest is try different advice for a little bit, one at a time, whether it'd be trying something new or changing up your routine, never everything at once."
"I've already tried something new and that didn't work."
"And what did you try?"
"...Skateboarding and I ended up with a bloody mouth."
Nestor responds with a sharp inhale through his teeth and his body stiffens, cringing from what she said.
"Maybe don't try that one." He tells her as he's still cringing.
She chuckles. "I'm definitely not trying that again."
His body relaxes after a few seconds. "What are things you usually do, stuff that you like?"
"Oh, normally I read, I explore around though there's not much for me to explore in Avalar anymore, I help people go where they wanna go, stuff like that." Elora answers.
"Hmm," he puts his hand on his chin, "have you thought about learning how to fight?"
Her ears perk up and she looks downwards. For as far as she can recall, she's never thought about fighting for any reason whatsoever. Albeit if she's able to fight, then she'd be able to help Spyro more next time if they have to take down another bad guy. It can also be useful if she ever needs to protect herself, that in of itself would be beneficial at the very least. She looks up at Nestor, feeling confident about this idea.
"I might try that actually." Elora answers. "Are you, by any chance, a carpenter?"
"I am. Why?"
"Would you be able to make a weapon for me?"
"Hmm, what do you have in mind?"
Elora smiles as she gets up. She goes and grabs a piece of paper and a pencil. She sits right back on the couch she was on before, placing the paper on her legs as she draws out what she has in mind. It's not perfect, as she draws it as quickly as she can to give a rough idea on what she's thinking of, but it's what'll do for the moment. Elora even writes out a few things on it, even if she knows it's not exactly necessary to do so. When she's done, she gives the piece of paper to Nestor. He looks at it thoroughly before looking back at Elora.
"I'll need some help from the other dragons, but it can be done." He confirms. "I'll let you know when it's done. In the meantime, try out meditation and don't listen to Lindar's advice. Ninety percent of the time, it's not that useful and it really doesn't work."
She chuckles. "Will do. Not that I'll listen to most of what he says anyways." She jokingly adds.
Nestor laughs a little with her. "Ya better treat Spyro right, ya hear?"
"Of course." Elora replies with a smile. "Mind if I borrow some books?"
"Not at all. Borrow whatever you like."
"Nestor! Are you in there?"
Nestor and Elora poke their heads out the nearest window, seeing one of the dragon elders standing outside.
"Come and help Spyro! They've done it again!" He yells out.
Nestor sighs. "I'll be there in a minute, Argus."
"Wait, did what again?" Elora raises her eyebrow.
"You'll see." Nestor answers, sounding like he's just tired.
He leaves the room and Elora only follows without saying another word. They head back to Town Square with Nestor taking his time getting there while Elora is speed walking to where Spyro's at. Near the fountain, everyone's surrounding Spyro, with everyone asking if he's okay, if he's in pain, and similar questions. Elora tries to peek into the circle and thankfully she's able to look past everyone to see Spyro. Her body tenses up and her eyes become wider.
Spyro's shoulder is more boxy, more square unlike before. His arm is lifted up, unmoving, not even a twitch or shake; it's completely staying still like a statue. Their other arm is still touching the ground, allowing them to stay standing. She doesn't know exactly what the problem is, but she doesn't like it. Her stomach drops like if she's been thrown off a cliff. Almost like if she doesn't have any control over herself, Elora gets close to Spyro and stays by their side.
"Spyro, are you alright? What happened? Why is your arm like that?"
"Oh, this? Nah it's nothing." Spyro's wings move as if they were his arms. "I just dislocated my shoulder, that's all."
"You what?"
"...And why did you do it this time?"
Elora looks behind her. The dragons move out of Nestor's way, who's having his arms crossed and just having that typical look of not being surprised but definitely disappointed. Spyro's expression doesn't change, as if they were expecting to see him.
"Tomas was feeling overwhelmed, nobody heard me say anything 'cause they were focused on him, so I dislocated my shoulder so I'd catch their attention." Spyro casually explains. "How else was I gonna do?"
"Not dislocate your shoulder for who knows how many times, seriously you shouldn't do that as much as you do," Nestor scolds, "and maybe, just maybe, ask someone for help instead?"
Spyro shrugs with the one non-dislocated shoulder that he has with his wings imitating his motions. The sheepish look on his face matches his shrug on the situation. Nestor only sighs, putting his fingers up to between his eyes.
"Come on Spyro, let's go relocate it." Nestor says as he turns around. "Lindar, you mind carrying flames?"
Lindar simply picks Spyro up, giving the non-verbal affirmative. He then follows Nestor, same with Elora. They get to a spot where Spyro can lie down on his back at eye level and Lindar places Spyro down gently. Elora watches as Nestor grabs Spyro's wrist with both of his hands, keeping it straight and at their body level. He slightly moves their arm up and down as he slowly moves towards Spyro's head until their arm is at ninety degrees. Once Nestor gets their arm at that ninety degree angle, he rotates it in place for a short bit. He then moves it more towards Spyro's head, reaching only a one-hundred-and-twenty degree angle this time, while he's still slightly rotating their arm. After a moment or two Spyro moves his digits, allowing Nestor to know that it worked yet again.
Then Nestor puts his hand on Spyro's back and has him sit up. He takes Spyro's arm and bends it at the elbow area before keeping his arm close to his body. Nestor gets their arm into an arm sling, keeping it firm and confined in there. He then looks at Spyro right in his eyes.
"Don't do this again, do you understand?" Nestor firmly asks.
"Ehhh," Spyro looks away, "I can't promise that but I'll try."
"Please. Doing that about four, five times isn't good. Any more and I don't know how badly your body's going to be damaged there." He informs him. "Magic can't do everything, including something like this."
Spyro's eyebrows then lower at the ends. "...Okay." He gets off and gets back on all threes.
"Go hang out with Elora some, alright? And be careful."
"I will."
The ocean waves rush up to their feet before retreating back into the ocean.
Spyro stops and lays down, resting his back up against the ground behind him. Elora sits down next to him. Her eyes stick onto the sun as it slowly falls below the horizon. The ocean in front of her starts looking more green than blue as it runs back and forth. She lays back, feeling Spyro's wing on her back causing her to slightly jump out of not expecting it.
"Sorry today was so hectic." Spyro apologizes.
Elora rests her head on his shoulder. "Nah, it's fine. I wasn't too sure what to expect today, honestly. Certainly not dislocating your damn arm, that's for sure."
"Hey, could you blame me?"
"...Yes."
"Okay fair enough."
She chuckles. Their wing wraps around her while their other wing rests upon the sand. Her breathing lines up with the ocean waves in front of them. Feeling relaxed, she closes her eyes and cuddles up next to Spyro. She smiles, even if it's not a big one. Elora opens her eyes briefly, seeing Spyro lifting up their sunglasses, revealing his purple eyes once more. If she could, she'd-
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Elora jumps before realizing what the sound was. Her ears lower and she sighs through her nose. She sits up properly and takes the communicator-phone-thing out of her pocket. Pressing the answer button, it shows Hunter on the screen.
"Hey!" Hunter greets. "Is everything going well over there?"
"Yeah we're fine."
"Hey, Hunt!" Spyro says, waving with his right hand.
"Hey Spyro!" He looks closer. "Wait, what happened to your arm, dude?"
"Mister Dumbass over here thought it'd be a good idea to dislocate his shoulder to get everyone's attention." She explains as she looks at Spyro, who chuckles nervously. She looks back at Hunter. "Is everything going well with you and Krista?"
"Yeah! She's asleep right now, though." He answers. "Glad these phone-things work. So, uh, when are you guys coming back?"
"Eh, tomorrow morning. Love ya."
"Okay love you too. But, hey wait a-"
She turns it off and puts it back in her pocket. While she doesn't want to do that to Hunter, she wants a good moment of peace and quiet with Spyro, just one moment out of the day. Elora gets back into her comfortable position as she looks up at the sky, seeing the stars show themselves to everyone under them. After a while, her eyelids start to become heavy and she closes them as Spyro wraps his arm around Elora. She has a smile on her face.
Even if it's just for a night, it's nice being here.