Spyro and Elora were lying on their backs in Stone Hill watching the stars. It was a warm night, the sky was clear and the faint bleating of sheep and rustling of grass could be heard all around them.

"Hey Spyro?"

Spyro looked over at his faun companion. "Yeah?"

Elora turned onto her side, propping her head up in her hand. "Do you ever think about the future? You know, like what you'll do when the Forgotten Realms are safe again?"

Spyro turned his attention back to the midnight sky. "Not really."

Elora sat up. "Never? Not even where you'll live, and stuff like that?"

Spyro thought hard. "Well... I can't stay in the dragon world forever. I mean I could, but... I don't really want to." He said.

"Oh?" Elora raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Yeah, too much attention. People can't just say 'thanks, Spyro!' and go on with their lives. I have to make public appearances and dodge reporters and all that jazz. And I'm not really into the limelight."

Elora nodded. "That's cool."

Spyro looked at her in surprise. He was expecting a "you're nuts!"; not her seal of approval. "You think so?" he asked.

"Mm-hmm. I really respect the 'unsung hero' types." She said with a smile.

Spyro grinned. "Thanks." He said.

"Anytime. But that still doesn't answer my question... where you'll live."

Spyro chuckled. "I'll be a bum."

Elora snorted. "A bum?"

Spyro sat up and looked down at her. "Yeah! I'll eat garbage, and live in boxes... it'll be great!"

Elora laughed until her sides hurt. "You're insane!" she giggled, clutching her ribs.

Spyro stretched back out onto the dewy grass. "You could be a bum with me. We'll find a nice cardboard box out in the country... a big one, like what refrigerators come in."

Elora rolled her eyes. "Ooh, bling-bling."

Spyro laughed. "We could be Mr. and Mrs. Hobo."

Elora cuddled into him. "Sounds tempting, but no thanks." She sighed.

"Your loss." Spyro mumbled, his eyelids drooping.

The two laid there for several minutes, Elora breathing softly against his neck and Spyro gently running his claws up and down her spine.

"You know", Elora said after a while, "Avalar's a pretty big realm. Plenty of places to... settle down."

Spyro's hand ceased its lazy motions. Elora frowned; she had been enjoying the attention.

"But would Avalar have me? I hear it's not really used to dragons."

Elora nuzzled against his chest. "I think it has room for change. You saved our lives you know."

Spyro cleared his throat. "Yeah, well... Avalar's saved mine a few times as well. Kept me... sane."

Elora opened her eyes. "Are we still talking about the realm?"

Spyro laughed quietly. "I don't think so."

Elora sat up. "Spyro..." Spyro cut her off. "Shh. Its okay, you don't have to say anything. I understand."

Elora shook her head. "No, you don't... Spyro, I..." Elora struggled for the words.

"Avalar." Spyro said quietly.

Elora looked into his eyes. "What? Oh... yeah. Avalar... loves you." Elora blushed, avoiding his gaze.

"And I love Avalar." He whispered.

Elora's soft blue eyes filled with tears. "Then why do you keep pushing me... I mean, Avalar...away?"

Spyro frowned. "I thought that's what Avalar wanted..."

Elora looked down at her hands. "No, actually... far from it."

Spyro lifted her chin, his dark blue eyes filled with love. "Can you accept me? I mean all of me? Wings, horns, claws... I'm... different from...Avalar."

Elora reached out and cupped his face. "I don't think Avalar cares. As long as you can accept fur, hooves, and the whole... half-human thing."

Spyro pulled her close and buried his nose in her hair. "I think I can work around that." He murmured.

"I love you Spyro." She whispered.

Spyro nuzzled her forehead. "I love you too Elora."