Spyro and Cynder continued to fly in the dwindling hours of the morning. Cynder looked up at the sky and took a deep breath. The air was crisp, but still bore the taste of soot from the nasty war with Malefor's forces. She could still remember that day clearly. They were able to save the city, but on the inside part of her felt they almost failed because of how destroyed the city was. It would be amazing if they were able to restore the city to how it was. Neither of them knew what the city looked like before the war...
The flight to the Dragon Capital seemed to take forever, but soon enough they reached the outskirts of the vast city. "Spyro...there it is! Warfang!" she shouted, her wings flapping harder.
The city stood tall, in all its remaining glory. The crumbled gold-colored stone walls still stood, not deterred by the assault of the Dark Master's army; even under such constant abuse that threatened to reduce them to rubble, they continued to protect the city like the moles who defended their home. Beyond the walls the remaining towers that were untouched were...magnificent. She stared at the city with awe. Just like the Twilight Falls, Cynder hadn't been able to appreciate the elegance of the city's construction, and she stopped flying to hover above the war-torn earth to take it all in...
"Cynder why did you..." Spyro said as he hovered beside Cynder, wondering why she stopped. Only to be left breathless at the sight of the dragon capital. It had beaten, battered, almost breached against the almost overwhelming assault by Malefor's forces. Scorch marks from the huge balls of fire catapulted towards the city still stained the walled. Spyro felt his gut wrench at the sight. "Come on Cynder..." Spyro said as his heartbeat picked up faster and faster due to the anxiety in his chest.
"If it looks this way on the outside..." Spyro hated to guess what life was like for the moles whose ancestors helped build the biggest monument to dragonkind...the city itself.
Cynder nodded and swallowed, her own heartbeat starting to race. "The city...doesn't look like it's really recovered..." he black dragoness said softly as they neared the city.
She felt something tug at her insides. If they hadn't been asleep for those three years...would they have stopped Malefor from returning? Could they have prevented the destruction of Warfang, or even keep the city from as much destruction as it had faced? What if they never woke up?
Cynder shook her head. She didn't want to think about such things. As they neared the large gates of the city, Cynder remained silent. This city held a lot of memories of that day...
Spyro looked on in much surprise as the gates started to open, further and further. "I know..." Spyro said grimly as he looked on. As they both flew nearer and nearer to the gate they noticed something odd. A small crack of light shone though, and gradually got bigger and bigger...the gate was opening, just what they needed.
"Hurry, before they close the gate!" Spyro rushed in, flying as hard as he could to reach the door, while entering noticing one mole dragging a cart behind him entering the city. Spyro only nodded at him, his way of saying thank you to the unsuspecting mole who would never realize he helped Spyro and Cynder even enter the city.
Deciding to land in the middle of the town, Spyro gazed in wonder as it seemed some of the rubble and debris had been picked up from the fair city. Many of the tall towers that dotted the landscape still seemed in dire need of repair. "Wow..." Spyro stated, looking all around.
"Spyro...this city is...wow..." she said softly, looking down at the stone that made up the floor of the city.
She scraped her claws against the etched stone. Even something as simple as this had a lot of work put into it. The moles of old put so much time and effort to make this beautiful masterpiece of a city, and in a single day it was nearly reduced to a pile of stone and ash. Cynder gave a slow and very soft sigh, looking up to see that lining the streets around them, there many moles that were left homeless, no doubt having lost their homes to the very Golem that hoped to destroy them. Seeing these moles wandering around - some of them rather aimlessly - didn't help Cynder feel any better about the aftermath of Warfang's long, harsh battle. Several moles were huddled under the awnings in the middle of silent conversations topics unknown to Spyro and Cynder. Others were simply relaxing in the cool air of the early morning hours. Moles went back and forth between this part of the city, loitering around the entrance of the city, some helping with the reconstruction of the city, while a few of the poor souls were just standing around like they didn't know what to do...
Cynder also noticed one of the mole children playing on what used to be one of the big towers within the city walls. She looked up, wanting to imagine what it looked like in it's prime...before the war. She began looking around around at the ruined buildings and spires that towered over them. She felt so small compared to the towers; like a newborn hatchling standing helpless before the biggest dragon in the realm. The way the towers stood, it seemed like they would crumble to nothing and collapse onto the city grounds.
If she closed her eyes, she could still vividly remember the large Golem that laid waste to the city. The dragoness winced and lowered her head. The Golem had come for them...it wanted to destroy them, and the city was only in its way...
Some were even begging, injured. Many of them were wearing bandages of some kind. It seemed the toll the Golem took on the fair city was a heavy one indeed. Spyro looked down and over at Cynder as if silently asking the same thing that was probably on her mind...wondering if they could have done something different to prevent such suffering. Thankfully most of the homeless were asleep at the time but some gawked at the image of Spyro and Cynder, pointing them out to loved ones. But they didn't approach. It seemed to put an odd...smile on their face. Spyro halfheartedly smiled at a kid who was tugging on their dad's shirt.
Spyro then turned his attention to a certain scorched building to the right...where he could still remember visibly seeing the moles they saved screaming as they exited that burning building with reckless abandon.
' "AGGHHHHH! Ancestors help us!" They screamed as not only their armor but their fur were set one fire, even ones goggles were melting onto his face as they ran around after Spyro had put them out with his ice breath.'
He shivered at the memory. "I know Cynder...I know." He said as he sighed looking back over to the reservoir they had to fill with water to put that very fire out.
Cynder closed her eyes and looked down, shaking her head slowly. She could remember that as well...
'Rushing to put out the fire, going back and forth between the burning building and the reservoir, filling and emptying the buckets. She was so afraid that they wouldn't be able to extinguish the fire in time and the moles would burn alive in one of their own homes.'
She winced and looked at the building, a feeling of guilt suddenly taking the dragoness. She knew they shouldn't take blame; she and Spyro didn't start the fires, but they weren't fast enough to get the moles out unscathed...
One of the many residents in the city was gathering water from said reservoir, and filling up a bucket of water when he heard the voices.
"Spyro, Cynder is that you?" He called out in hope, looking around, wondering where they were, as if stumbling around lost. His nose and muzzle had severe burns on it. as well as the mustache he had once sported, had been completely singed. He wore a black robe, to keep other from seeing how badly burned he really was from that day.
Cynder looked up to see the mole that had called out to them. "Spyro...I think...he heard us." she said softly, taking a slow step towards the mole. "We're over here!" she responded, glad someone recognized them, but she winced when she saw the burns on his face.
The mole named Malfred took a few steps forward, his paws played out in front of him as he reached out blindly for one of them, only reacting to their voice and not much else. "C-Cynder, Spyro?" He asked.
"We're right here!" Spyro said, waving a paw as if t signal where he was...but then it occurred to him as soon as the mole reached Cynder and began touching her muzzle, getting uncomfortably close.
"Y-You're Cynder...?" He said as a few tears struck his eyes as he wrapped his hands around her neck.
Cynder blinked and blushed in embarrassment when he touched her muzzle. The dragoness smiled a little when he suddenly hugged her, which was pretty unexpected as she had not yet recognized the mole.
"Umm..." she said softly as she gently putting a paw around him to return the hug, looking over at Spyro, a little confused by the sudden gesture.
"Thank the Ancestors for this day! I have waited so long to tell you something...but I had feared you had fallen in the battle of the Dark Master. But you are here, you two are finally here..." He cried, tears streaming his down his face. "Oh where are my manners..." He said as he released Cynder and stood at attention. "Malfred of the 2nd battalion at your service!" He said as he gave a salute...only to sadly put it back down. "Or was...until I got discharged. You...you two save my life..."
"It's you...I remember you." Spyro said, how could he ever forget the look on his face. He was one of the ones they saved at the burning building that day.
Cynder stood next to Spyro and sat down beside him. For a minute...she thought she recognized the mole. With a tilt of her head, the female thought for a minute before it finally clicked.
"I...I remember you now." Cynder spoke up after she finally recognized the mole that stood in front of them. "We saved you from the burning building." Cynder felt bad about the burns that the former soldier had suffered, but there wasn't anything she could do about it at this point.
"Y-You're blind...aren't you?" Spyro asked.
"Like a bat..." Malfred replied. He could sense something was off.
Cynder's wings drooped when she heard that. Great, something else she felt really bad about. She tried to shrug it off for now as she gave a light sigh.
'Don't do this to yourself Cynder.' She thought to herself, growling in her mind. 'It's not your fault...it's not your fault.'
"No no, don't feel bad...for me. I'd gladly do it again in the service." He said, giving a smile. "But now is not the time to feel bad...I have something I want to show you two...it's not too far from here." He said as he left the bucket there, if only to have them walk over to an open hall down to the right of them. "You know where the bucket storage is?" He asked Spyro and Cynder.
Spyro and Cynder followed after the blind mole. The dragoness looked to either side of her to take in the sights of the architecture which she was not able to do her first visit to Warfang. There was something really overwhelming about walking through this huge city...
"You mean that area where we got the buckets? Near those stairs that lead up towards the wall?" Spyro asked.
"That very one..."He said as they turned the corner towards it.
"I remember that..." Cynder said with a nod of her head. Now she was getting really curious about what the mole wanted to show them.
"It's over here..." He said softly. as he turned the corner again to enter the very place he was talking about and to the right on the side. next to the massive pile of buckets...were headstones. Row by row and column by column. Each one nameless.
"These poor souls died protecting this place...I was one of the lucky ones." Malfred said.
Spyro, however, looked down. He felt his own stomach wrench at the sight of about the twenty or so graves. "I...I don't know what to say. The moles here in the ground fought just as hard as we did...and they have hardly anything to show for it."
"Now why would you think that?" Malfred asked.
Cynder stared at the nameless graves. Her heart fell at the sight of them. The moles who fought to protect the city from complete destruction...she didn't expect this was what Malfred wanted to show them, and she was completely speechless. She looked over to Spyro, as Spyro looked over to her...they were both feeling the same thing.
"Malfred...I...I..." she tried to get the right words to say, but the more she looked at the headstones, the more she couldn't look at them. She wiped her paw over her cheek and looked down along with Spyro.
"There's no way we could have prevented it..." Cynder responded to Malfred's question. Spyro would feel bad for not being able to stop these moles from dying in the war, and she did as well. It seemed like there would be far more casualties than what they were seeing here; she didn't know if there were other cemeteries scattered around the city. She shuttered at the thought.
"No there's not...but you know the one thing you did prevent? These fine lads from dying in vain...with you two here, don't you see? Sure they died...sure I lost my eyesight, and some fur in places I never knew I had before. But you know what you two did? You saved the world...you defeated the Dark Master, and now you've ensured that these brave men and women died doing their jobs. With you two alive it means there is hope...for a better place. That's what we've fought for. nd Spyro...Cynder?" He said as he was facing the wrong way away from them, but that didn't affect the size of his words to either dragon.
"You being here right now...makes me realize that there is something...better in store for all of us. You've given us hope..."
Cynder's heart was...practically melting at one Malfred was saying to them. She got a little closer to the gravestones now as the tears started to flow down her cheeks. "You...really believe in us..." Cynder said softly, a smile coming over her face. "I had no idea we had...that much of an effect on this city..."
From emissary of the greatest evil the world ever faced to being a savior of that world, Cynder could only look back at Spyro, the dragon with whom she shared such honor. "This is all so touching...I don't know what to say, Malfred..." she said as she used a wing to rid her eyes of the excess moisture. She didn't know why she was crying so much recently...perhaps the gravity of everything they've experienced from the defeat of Malefor, to their awakening, up to this point was finally taking its toll on the young dragoness's heart.
Spyro's tail latched onto hers softly, looking at her with a bit of renewed happiness in his eyes. "He's right...you know. These men and women didn't die for you to be sad. They died so that ultimately, we'd have something worth smiling about again. A world of peace...without the Dark Master." Spyro said as a smile grew on his face. "Thanks Malfred.
"Twas no problem at all, you twos. Now I know you want to go visit around and go look around and all. If you back to where the switch is for the reservoir you two might be able to find something to make this trip worth while..."
"I already have." Spyro said, smiling a bit.
"Aww shucks..." He said blushing. "Now go one you two. I got a friend to talk to." Malfred said.
Cynder looked back at his tail touching hers, then back up at him. Malfred was right, and she was glad she had Spyro here to help her. "I know, Spyro...I know." she said softly, smiling back at him before turning to the mole. "Thank you, Malfred..." she said with a bow of her head.
When Malfred left the two dragons alone, Cynder looked over at Spyro curiously. "So Spyro...you already have something planned for us?" she smiled, her tail lightly whipping against his a little playfully. "Mind if I ask what it is?"
He looked up at the sky, seeing the sky starting to come to life. "Yes...yes I do actually." Spyro replied blushing as he ran towards the stairs that lead to the wall up above them.
Cynder followed after him up the sets of wide steps that lead all the way up to the wall. Cynder was not a fan of stairs like these; it felt clumsy going up then since she walked on four feet instead of two like the moles did.
"Well what is it, Spyro?" she asked as she got a better view of the tops of the smaller buildings the further they went scaling the stairs that lead to the large wall surrounding the city.
"You'll see I just hope we make it in time..." Spyro said smiling as he ran towards the room leading up towards the great wall of the city, and noticed the switch was still there. "You ready?" He asked as he grabbed on the lever, just like they had done before.
Cynder smiled, then ran over next to him and putting her forepaws on the lever. She smirked at him and nodded her head to let him know she was ready. "I'm ready." she added, getting a tight hold on the lever.
Spyro pushed down on the lever, with all he had, and with the help of his mate he was able to open the door that was leading him to his destination.
"We're almost there, Cynder. Just a bit further." He said as he ran a short distance before flapping his wings and going airborne, flying up over the many stairs that led to where he wanted to be. He stopped and touched down on the wall, looking out over the horizon. "Cynder look, we're just in time..." He smiled, blushing softly.
Cynder flapped her wings gracefully and followed him up the stairs. Spyro seemed to want to hurry to show her whatever he had planned for the both of them. She touched down beside Spyro on the war-torn wall that missed so many chunks of stone. Cynder smiled a little at the familiar sight of the large, golden dragon-shaped cannon. It was a lot of work fending off Malefor's soldiers while trying to repair the cannon at the same time. She could just imagine the miles upon miles ofMalefor's forces piled outside the city, along with that terrible leviathan of a war machine that sent the invasion towers towards the crumbling walls. She forced the thought from her mind as she focused on what Spyro wanted to show her.
"What is it Spyro? What are you showing..." she asked as she looked over at the horizon, her words trailing off. Spyro wouldn't have to respond as her question was answered for her. The sun was just beginning to emerge from beyond the horizon, as she would see from where they sat on the wall. "Oh...the sunrise..." she said softly, looking over at Spyro. Then, she smiled. "Spyro...did you...plan this?"
"Well..." Spyro blushed a bit. "No not exactly, but I figured since we were here and it'd be daylight soon I may as well enjoy watching it with you." He said blushing as he looked at her face to face. Meanwhile, over near that cannon, was the very mole who had commandeered it during the siege. He was relatively unscathed thanks to Spyro and Cynder, but had a scar on his back from where a Grumlin got to close.
He knew those voices anyway and was about to say something when he noticed they were busy. He smiled to himself cheesily as he whispered something to the person who was inside the cannon, cleaning it in there, inaudible to them. A loud snicker came from the cannon and a bit of a hush not too loud. "Now go and let's make sure we get this thing loaded." He added.
"Yeah yeah, I got ya Hawkins." He said, as he crawled out of the cannon, all black from cleaning out the powder. He walked over to where Spyro was talking to Cynder, close to where the road. And just when the sun rose over the horizon, the mole pretended that he needed to wall by Spyro and bumped into him, forcing his lips to meet Cynder's in the biggest surprise of his life. Spyro's eyes were wide and his face was beyond the shade of any fire dragons.
Cynder let out a very audible gasp of complete surprise the minute her lips met Spyro's. Because of how sudden this was she accidentally lost her balance, and with Spyro having leaned into her, he fell right with her, on top of the black dragoness. . Her eyes went very wide just like Spyro's, unable to pull away with him on top of her. Her face was dark red like Spyro's and her heartbeat suddenly spiked.
This...she had not expected to happen.
Amazingly Spyro didn't break up from the kiss as he wrapped his tail around hers, deciding that if this was going to happen, he'd do it right. He pressed into the kiss even more, his paw lying gently to her sides as he closed his eyes a little before breaking it up, his whole face standing out against his purple scales easily. He was absolutely speechless at this point.
Meanwhile back over to the cannon, Hawkins and his subordinate high-fived and snickered. "Now let's get back to work before I get demoted a rank..."
He smirked rather mischievously as he mumbled. "You're welcome. Old friend..." Hawkins said before going back to work inspecting the cannon.
She didn't break from the kiss either. Cynder closed her eyes and blushed even harder as she pressed back against him, her lips firmly pressed against those of the dragon who was on top of her. Her pulse raced like crazy. She couldn't believe it, she was kissing Spyro the dragon...
"I...I...Spyro..." she stammered out, looking up at him. She wished the kiss hadn't ended so soon. It was so sudden, and it was her first kiss with him. She didn't know what else to say, looking away from him nervously as she stayed under him.
"Ummm...Cynder?" He said looking at her. "I...I think we missed the sunrise..." Spyro said, obviously embarrassed a bit as his paw wanderingly scratched at the floor of stone beneath them.
"I guess...we did..." she said softly, seeing that the sun had already fully risen over the horizon, casting light over the city. "But...this is still really nice..." she smiled softly and blushed deeply, reaching up slowly and nervously placing a paw on his chest. She could feel his heart beating rapidly, and it made her smile.
"Well...I'd beg to differ...I think I have my sunrise right here..." Spyro said as he cheesily blushed, laying a paw on her chest as well, feeling her heart race just as fast as he was and he was loving it.
Cynder blushed deeply at his words and smiled softly, a little embarrassed by his words she looked away a little. "Spyro..." she said softly, looking at him out of the corner of her eye before she looked back at him. Cynder drew in a deep breath before extending her neck up and pressing her face against his chest. "You're...so sweet..." she whispered softly to him, nuzzling her head on his yellow-scaled chest.
Spyro was still blushing hard at the awkward predicament they found themselves in. "Thank you..." Spyro said as he got up off of her, unwinding his tail from hers as he let her up.
Cynder blushed deeply and pulled her head away, biting down on her tongue nervously as she rolled over on her feet, then turned back to Spyro.
"So...um..." she said softly, rubbing the back of her head, her tail swaying back and forth behind her. How do you recover from an awkward...yet...very enjoyable situation? "The sunrise is really beautiful from here..." she said as she looked off into the distance, the sun's rays beginning to warm up her scales.
"Well ugh, you know that was ehh...the idea..." Spyro said blushing a bit. Before turning towards the sun. "Umm...you want to...go see those shops Malfred told us about now?" He asked, rubbing his right forearm with his left.
Cynder blushed and giggled nervously, clawing at the cracked stone beneath her paws. Now that he mentioned it, checking out the shops sounded like a really nice idea. Her curiosity piqued since Malfred mentioned it to them. "I think I'd like to do that, Spyro..." she smiled at him. "But...how would we buy anything?"
"Cynder, don't worry about that...I'm sure we'll figure something out." Spyro said as he walked by her.
Cynder got one last glance at the sun before she descended the stairs with her purple companion. She wasn't sure how to ask him this. The words were hard to find, as she didn't want to embarrass Spyro or even herself, so she just came out with it. "Spyro...did you enjoy what...happened back there?" she asked softly, her cheeks flushing lightly.
"I...what?" Spyro asked, the question taking him off guard as walked down the stairs, going back to the same lever he'd need help pulling again so they'd be able to leave.
Cynder closed her eyes and swallowed down the dryness in her throat. Getting up on her back legs and pressing her forepaws on the lever, she looked down at her claws nervously. "I mean...did you like..." she looked over at him, looking right into her is eyes as she said the next words. "The k-kiss?"
"Oh..." Spyro blushed heavily as he lifted up with al his power. "No...I didn't like it Cynder...because I sort of loved it." He said as with one final push, they lifted it up and the gates changed positions again.
Cynder blushed and blinked, grunting as she helped him push the lever up into place. "Spyro...I...more than loved it." she admitted, smiling at him as she edged a bit closer to Spyro. "I really...really loved it..." she said, then looked down and scratched her paw on the ground. Why was she so nervous? They both knew how they felt about each other...yet it was still hard to admit things like this.
"I umm..." Spyro simply couldn't find the will or the courage to even say anything at this point as he just ran at this point, using his tail to grab Cynder's nervous paw. He had butterflies in his stomach at this point, as he really, really wanted to get her something nice to show just how much he appreciated her.
Cynder squeaked in surprise as she was pulled along by Spyro's tail. Well, this was unexpected as well. "H-Hey! Slow down a little Spyro!" she said in surprise. She flapped her wings to help keep herself from losing her footing. With only three legs she managed to stay up, getting pulled all the way to Warfang's now-small market place, which Spyro seemed really eager to get to.
Spyro huffed and puffed after awhile while he ran and when he made it past the cemetery, past the water reservoir, down a bit took a left and entered the place where they first activated the reservoir he stopped. He was almost out of air, but had enough in him to make it to the market district. There was a cluster of several small stands, about six of them, in three on each side of the wall. Spyro went to the one closest to them and it looked like he was selling jewelry. "No...no way. It can't be...Spyro, Cynder." The mole ran up to both of them and gave them both a rather big hug.
"It's me, Hugo...you remember me?" He asked, he had his goggles melted to his face, and his dark brown fur was missing in a few small places bu he was one of the lucky ones who didn't get so burned, but like Malfred, he too wore a black robe.
"H-Hugo? I didn't know you sold jewelry?" Spyro asked.
"It's nice to see you're doing okay, Hugo..." Cynder responded, returning the hug to the mole.
"Well I didn't but I couldn't exactly be of any use to the military with these stupid goggles melted to my head. Kind of hard to see..." He said as he chuckled nervously, getting out of the hug looking to Spyro. "Come come...you two, I don't care. Pick what you want. I owe it to you at least..."
Cynder was still trying to catch her own breath after Spyro pulled her a ways. She shook the dust from her wings and folded them against her back. Sitting down beside Spyro in front of the market stall. "Spyro...I've never seen anything like this..." she said softly as she started to look over the jewelery Hugo laid out. Most of what he had were necklaces, pendants, and amulets, along with bracelets and other assorted pieces of jewelry. Some had brilliant precious stones encrusted into them, but a lot were made from only gold or silver.
She put her paw on the stall and took in a breath. "Wow...these are all so beautiful..." Cynder carefully reached her paw in and lightly pressed her paw against one of the amulets to feel the cold stone in the middle of it. Spyro could see in her eyes just how amazed she was by the jewelry.
Spyro noticed something that caught his eye. One of the pieces of jewelry wasn't made from any expensively transparent stone, no what caught his eye was made of black onyx and ivory...a brilliant white ivory. It resembled two dragon head's, the nose coming together to make a yin and yang sort of symbol, the dot being the eye. It looked to be two necklaces one for each half, but they joined in the middle. "What about this one Hugo?" Spyro asked, curious about it.
"Oh that? That was made by cheetahs a long time ago, ancient craftsmanship for sure. I don't know much about the symbol or what it represents but I'm just gonna tell you what I got told by my grammy when I asked her about it. She said it was a special necklace...sort of like a balance type thingamajiger. One side completes the other. A half of a whole...sort of deal. I take it you are interested in this?" Hugo whispered to Spyro. Spyro nodded.
"It's yours...I doubt it's very valuable anyway." Hugo said as he took the two pieces of the necklace and motioned for Spyro to lower his head. Spyro did just that and then looked down to see how the necklace looked on him. "Hey Cynder...what do you think?"
The minute Cynder saw the necklace she felt her heart start to beat harder. She didn't know how she looked that necklace over. A black half, and a white half...two halves of one whole, two opposites coming together as one. And it seemed Spyro chose his side of the pendent. "Spyro, it's...it's gorgeous." she smiled, then turned to Hugo. "C-Can you put the other half on me, Hugo?" she asked softly, really wanting to see how the onyx side looked around her neck.
"Of course Cynder." Hugo said as he grabbed the necklace and gently placed it around her neck as she asked. "What do you think buddy, don't you think that's a looker." Hugo said as he nudged Spyro a bit whistled, causing Spyro to blush immensely "I-I think it looks nice on you Cynder..." Hugo grabbed a crystal mirror small enough to hold in his hand to Cynder so she could view herself.
Cynder blushed strongly ay Hugo's words and rubbed her foreleg a little, then looked up to become face-to-face with her own reflection in the mirror. The beautiful dragoness had never really seen herself in a mirror before, and seeing it made her blush grow a bit stronger. She gently touched the pendent and moved it around a little to look at it at different angles. It looked absolutely perfect on her, as did Spyro's. It was like these necklaces were made especially for the two young dragons.
"Spyro...it's perfect." she said softly, looking over at Spyro with a bright, happy glint in her soft eyes. "Spyro, can we...get them?" She asked, holding the necklace to her broad chest.
"Of course Cynder...right Hugo?" Spyro asked.
"By all means..it's the least I can do after you saved my furry hide. Take it, I insist." He said.
Cynder smiled brightly and suddenly threw her paws around Spyro's neck, hugging him close and tightly. "Spyro...this is wonderful..." she whispered softly, lightly kissing his neck. Her own stomach had butterflies swarming in it. She couldn't describe how happy this moment made the black dragoness. She was so close he could feel just how hard her heart was pounding. "I love you Spyro..." she whispered just quiet enough for only him to hear it.
"I know..." Spyro said, blushing largely.
Cynder held him close and closed her eyes, staying where she was for a minute before letting him go. "T-Thank you, Spyro..." she blushed deeply, looking down at her paws as she was a little embarrassed by her sudden show of affection.
Spyro smirked a smidge as he full on nuzzled her as soon as she let go of the hug quickly saying. "I think we should head back home Cyn. I mean, it has been awhile since we trained...and I don't want to get rusty." He said, giving her a goofy smile.
Cynder tilted her head and smiled, nodding in agreement. They'd been gone from the Temple for a while now and hopefully the Guardians weren't worried about them. "Okay Spyro...I really had a lot of fun today." she smiled softly, happily returning the nuzzle to him.
"Thank you, Cynder. I...I had a great time too." He said a he looked over to Hugo, bowing his head a little.
"Thank you friend, if there is anything you need, you know what to do."
"If you can get me an extra lung that'd be great." He joked as he chuckled, only to throw a few bad coughs, signaling he was less than joking.
"Don't worry about me Spyro...I'll be fine." He told him. Spyro nodded his head as he flew off and out of the marketplace.
Cynder bowed her head to Hugo as well. "Thank you, thank you Hugo..." After exchanging their goodbyes to Hugo, Cynder took one last look at the necklace around her neck. Smiling, she spread her wings far apart and took off, flying quickly after Spyro.
"Bye Hugo, and thanks again for the necklace!" Spyro called out.
"Anytime my friend...anytime!' He called back, before he watched them disappear into morning sky.
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