As our two lovers laid together after a hot meal, the fire was beginning to dampen from the moisture of the rain. "This is a nice fire." Spyro stated softly to the dragoness who was using him as a cushion. "Do you wanna know my favorite words?" Cynder questioned her object of comfort. "I'm not stopping you from answering, am I?" Spyro sarcastically expressed his approval. With that, Cynder laid on her back as Spyro was sitting up against the cave wall. "Kiss me." Cynder declared her want for spyro. "You're gonna have to come up to me. I can't bend down with how my body is right now." Spyro expressed his want for her.
Cynder never noticed how toned Spyro's chest was as she curled up next to her unused love cushion. As Spyro prepared himself for the most sensational moment of his life, he thought of how to ask Cynder if he could be her mate. "Life can't get much more enjoyable than this." Cynder thought to herself as she locked lips with her purple saviour. "Why am I hesitating? Just ask her already!" Spyro frantically thought to himself about how he would ask her about being mates while he locked lips with Cynder.
Deep in their own thoughts, our lovers had no sense of time. The two of them stopped their eternal moment to the sound of a cracking ember. Curled up, they watched the fire fade away. "Cynder." Spyro put his proposal in action. "Yes?" Cynder could tell he was going to say something she would enjoy hearing. "Will you *gulp and deep breath* be my -" Spyro couldn't even finish the most important question of his life. Instead, Cynder knew what he was going to say. "YES!" A bombardment of tears and kisses followed.