Chapter 14: Special Day Out
"Of course, Miss Cynder. Everything will be stocked before you return," the ice dragon said, who was the manager of the complex. "Would you like anything else with your order?"
Cynder thought for a moment before turning to Spyro, "Can you think of anything?"
The purple dragon looked to the side in thought. Then, a candle stick ignited over his head, "Bread, cheese, and a little garlic."
Cynder raised a brow as the ice dragon wrote down the last request, "What are you planning?"
Spyro smiled back at the dragoness, "Don't worry, you'll love it."
"Everything seems to be in order. We will have it delivered to your room by the evening."
"Thank you," Cynder said, her purple counterpart giving a happy nod.
The pair walked out of the main lobby. The skies were clear, the sun was falling from its peak. A few dragons were walking about, with some stealing glances at the pair.
Cynder unfolded her wings, a competitive smirk on her lips, "Think you can keep up?"
"Let's find out," Spyro replied, unfolding his own wings.
The black dragoness laughed, launching herself into the air, her wings beating to help her gain altitude. Soon enough, they beat in a rhythm as she continued her aerial climb. She looked downward to find her purple companion, who was following her lead.
Eventually, she stopped her climb, her wings beating enough to keep her in the air. Spyro met up with her, looking over the city of Shatterpoint.
"It's definitely not Warfang," he said, still impressed by the large buildings that made up the city.
"Let's get going," she said, pushing herself forward, towards city's center, with Spyro flying after her.
The pair continued to fly in a comfortable pace over the city. Many dragons also flying to their destinations, while many others would walk on the ground. Of course, the pair got a few glances from the other fliers, but neither seemed to pay much attention as they continued on.
In a few minutes, Cynder began her decent, Spyro mimicking her move. The dragoness found an open spot for them to land. As they got closer to the ground, she decelerated her movement, until she gracefully landed on all four paws. No more than a few seconds later, Spyro landed next to her in a similar manner.
As the two walked toward the large, circular building, many looked to the pair, "It's Cynder!"
"Spyro is with her too!"
"Did you see his match against Brawn?" an adolescent dragon asked his friend.
"Yeah, it was awesome!"
The purple dragon's face heated up in embarrassment at the praise he was receiving, with Cynder cracking a smile at his modesty.
"You have some fans that want to see more of you," she said, as the pair stood in front of the double doors of the Dragon Fighter's League Headquarters.
Spyro grasped the handle, pulling the door for the dragoness, "If I keep on getting challenged, they will."
Cynder smirked, "Or join the League."
Spyro said nothing, following the dragoness into the building with the door closing behind him. The room was large, several desks along the walls and tables to sit and converse. On the wall were what looked like boards, though, Spyro could not see what they showed. He did take notice that there were three sets of the desks; one on the left, one on the right, and the last one straight ahead. There where stairs that lead to upper levels, a few dragons and moles making their way up and down.
Cynder walked off to the right, with Spyro following. As the pair got closer, he noticed that there were actually two boards, with a large list of names and numbers. An older green, earth dragon looked up from his papers, smiling at the two dragons walking to him.
"Cynder, dear," he said, "Good to see you. And you brought company."
The black dragoness smiled, "Yes, I did. Armick, meet Spyro. Spyro, this is Armick, he keeps all of the standings updated for the League."
"That's what they pay me for," the dragon chuckled, "Now, how can I help you?"
Cynder looked up to the board, "I was looking for any changes to the standings."
Spyro followed her gaze to the board on the wall. There were two, one for the Dragon Fighter's League, the other for the Dragoness Fighter's League. He picked up Cynder's name at the top of the board, along with a set of number that indicated her wins and losses. Below her was the name 'Skyla' with one less win and one more loss. He picked out Vulca's name below that, with two wins less than Cynder, with two more losses.
"Ah, yes, as you can see, Skyla won her match. It happened about an hour ago. I hear it was close, but she managed to pull off the victory."
Cynder sighed, she was hoping that Skyla would lose that match and seal her chances as the champion. "That was the one match that was going to be close."
"Yes, and she is almost guaranteed to win the next two."
"So, I must win my matches as well."
The purple dragon looked to Cynder, "It will all work out Cynder."
"She's just not making it easy," she muttered.
Spyro placed a gentle paw on hers, "All that means is that your victory will be all the sweeter."
The edges of Cynder's lips twitched upward at the dragon's words. She quickly brushed her head under his chin, taking the dragon by surprise, but enjoyed the feeling. The purple dragon closed his eyes, allowing Cynder as much time as she wanted.
Finally, Cynder said, "Thanks, Spyro, I needed to hear something like that."
"That's what I'm here for."
Amrick smiled at the sweet scene before him, "Precious."
The pair were jumped from their moment of tranquility, pulling apart to glance at the dragon, embarrassment clear in their faces.
The earth dragon chuckled, "Oh, don't mind this old dragon. You two have been quite the talk around here." Amrick looked to Spyro, "Especially you, my friend."
"Me?" Spyro asked.
Amrick chuckled, "Well, being engaged to someone as famous as Cynder is obviously a contributing factor, but it these Exhibitions that have the boosted the amount of talk. They are just waiting for you to join the League."
Spyro felt heat on his cheeks at the dragon's praise, "It's nothing, really."
"Oh?" the dragon said, pointing up to the board with the dragon's names, "You managed to beat Brawn."
It took Spyro a moment to find Brawn's name on the board. It was lower on the second column of names, indicating that Brawn was on the lower half of the League.
Amrick continued, "I am curious where you would be placed. If I was to put money, I would say somewhere around Flame, Ember of Heart Diamond Jewelry's Fiancé. If I may be bold, I might even put you in the top 10."
Spyro was easily able to find the fire dragon's name, with the number 15 next to it. He smiled, hoping that his friend would finish as high as possible.
But he was surprised at the bold remark that the older earth dragon said, "You really think that?"
The dragon chuckled, "Only two ways to find out. Get challenged by someone that high in the standings, or enter the League. Either way, I only ask you put on a good show."
Spyro smiled gratefully at the dragon's kind words, "Thanks. I'll… think on it."
"Don't spend too much time, the League is only on a few weeks break, then it starts up again." Amrick shook his head, "I remember a time when there were less participants and more time to relax in between seasons."
Cynder spoke up, "That is just how it is Amrick."
Spyro turned to the dragoness, "Anything else you need to do?"
Cynder shook her head, "Nope, that's it." She turned her attention to Amrick again, "It was good talking to you Amrick."
The older earth dragon nodded with a smile, "Anytime, Cynder. Good luck with the rest of your matches."
"Thank you, I appreciate it," she replied, turning to leave, Spyro saying his own good-bye and following Cynder out of the door.
"Where to now?" the purple dragon asked as the pair descended down the stairs, back to the street.
Like before, many were looking at the two, talking about them, but Spyro and Cynder paid them not mind.
"I wanted to show you where I train."
Spyro smirked, "Is this an excuse to get me to spar with you?"
Cynder turned to the dragon, faking a hurtful gasp, her paw over her chest, "Spyro how could you think that? That I had so much fun last time we spared that I would only bring you along to have a rematch?" As she spoke, she failed to fight the large grin that slowly formed on her lips.
Spyro chuckled, "No need to get too dramatic. How about you show me, then I will consider the offer."
"Follow me," she said, beating her wings to carrying into the sky once again, with Spyro following close behind.
After several minutes of flying, the pair came to a large facility. The building was large, and had some gaps of what looked like courtyards. As the two descended, Spyro saw that they were outdoor arenas, though not nearly as large as the arenas that Fighter's would participate in.
The dragons landed near the door, with Spyro stepping toward it to open it for the black dragoness.
Cynder smiled, "Why thank you." As she spoke, she rubbed her tail under his chin, sending slight shivers down his spine. She was careful when she got to her tail blade, using the blunt side to continue her tease. The dragoness allowed it to linger a moment longer before pulling her tail back, entering the building. When Spyro composed himself before he followed her inside.
To the right was a desk with a light grey wind dragoness, who quickly took notice of the pair.
Her face lit up, "Miss Cynder, welcome back." Her gaze shifted to the purple dragon, "And you brought company." The pair walked to the desk to continue the conversation, "It's good to finally meet you, Spyro. I'm Grace, I help run the Northern Fighter's League Training Facility."
"It's nice to meet you, Grace," he replied with a friendly smile.
"I was wondering when you would bring him along," she said, "So, what brings you here? I was not expecting you to come by until tomorrow morning."
"I wanted to show Spyro around," she glanced at the purple dragon, "Maybe even have him as a training partner."
"Wonderful!" Grace said, "Go ahead and enjoy." She looked to Spyro, "If you have any questions, don't hesitate to come by and ask."
"Thank you," he replied back, following Cynder down the hall to the next door.
Cynder had opened the door and there was an outdoor ring that was not being used. The overhang that covered the walkways shielded them from the sun and any possible rain. Surrounding the ring were doors that lead either to halls or private training rooms.
"How about I show you one of the private rooms?"
"So, this was an excuse to do some training," Spyro stated, a toothy grin on his face.
Cynder giggled, "Okay, you caught me red-pawed." She paused her walk, looking to around the area, "That is the ring that Fighters use for sparing with aerial combat practice in mind. These rooms are all private for anyone to use with extra training equipment. There is one for strength training. This area repeats a few times, making up the entire complex." She stopped with a smile, "Tour done."
The purple dragon chuckled, "Wow, you sound so interested in it." He got a roll of Cynder's emerald eyes, before he added, "If you wanted me to be your training partner, all you had to do was ask."
"And where is the fun in that?"
The pair got to a room with a blank sign-in sheet. Cynder wrote down her name and opened the door. Spyro felt like he was back at the temple in Warfang. The room was the same, except that the ring was etched on the ground, rather than raised, it also had two lines etched near the middle. There what looked like armor on the walls, making him raise a brow as he approached them.
"Those are weighted," Cynder explained, "They-"
"Help build endurance, strength, and speed. I know, Terrador, Volteer, and Tempest make me wear them."
"So, you want to get started?" Cynder asked, "We can have an easy session, then we head back home for dinner."
"Sounds like a plan," he said, stepping into the large square on the ground, toward Cynder, "So what do you want to do?"
The black dragoness thought for a moment, "How about… a game?" she asked, placing her paws on one of the center lines.
"Game?" he asked, raising a brow.
"It's easy; first to land a blow wins. No elements."
"Okay," he shrugged not paying much attention. He stood with his front paws on the other line, "How do we-"
Cynder lunged forward hitting the dragon in the chest, knocking some air out of him. Spyro yelped in surprise and mild pain. He brought up a paw and placed it on his chest in hopes of easing the pain.
"What-," he slightly wheezed out, "What was that for?!"
Cynder smirked, "Once we step on that these lines, we start."
"That's not fair," he whined, the pain slowly receding, "You should have told me that before we started!"
"It's help you to be aware of your surroundings," she pointed out, sticking her tongue out playfully, "Point for me."
Part of Spyro was annoyed at the cheap shot, thinking it was uncalled for. But another saw Cynder's smirk and wanted to pay her back.
Cynder stood ready, waiting patiently for the purple dragon to get his bearings back.
Spyro stood on the line, Cynder rushing to him just as quickly as before. She threw out a claw, but Spyro was now ready. He moved to the side to dodge the attack and threw one of his own. However, he wasn't able to continue, as Cynder managed to wrap her tail around his ankle, pulling him and making him lose his balance. Once he was on the ground, she poked him with her tail.
"Another point for me," she said, stepping back to allow Spyro to get back up.
The purple dragon groaned, not out of pain, but out of annoyance at himself. He should have noticed the tail; it was a simple mistake that cost him the round. He was soon back on his paws, ready to go again. Once Cynder was back in her starting position, she attacked again, preferring to be on the offensive.
She decided to mix it up and go for a feint, then actually strike. She lifted her claws, making Spyro tense up, ready to move, but to her surprise, he didn't make an attempt to dodge. She pushed to her left, Spyro positioning himself to face her. She then pushed to the right to get the dragon off balance and go for a strike.
Her plan was moving forward, until Spyro did the unexpected. He dropped to the floor, rolling himself onto his back as he did. Cynder was too committed to the attack to stop, as Spyro pushed out a paw, hitting the dragoness under her chest.
Cynder stopped and could only blink a few times until it registered what just happened. She glanced down at Spyro, who wore a toothy grin.
"Looks like I get a point this time," he said, rolling away from her to get back on all fours.
Cynder's smirked, "Maybe, but I plan on winning the whole thing," she said, stepping back.
When Spyro was standing he asked, "Why does it always have to be a competition with you?"
The dragoness scoffed at the question, "Competition an essential part of life. It pushes you past your limits and helps make you better in so many ways."
The dragon shrugged, "I guess I like to take my life one step at a time."
When both were on their marks, rather than rush forward, Cynder paced to her right, eying Spyro. The dragon raised a brow in curiosity that Cynder was being more defensive this time, and decided to mirror her, also moving to his right. The pair moved in a circle, eyeing each other to see just who would make the first move.
It was the purple dragon that decided to take the initiative and pushed forward. Cynder didn't expect Spyro to go on the offensive, but she welcomed it, moving forward as a challenge. Spyro push his weight on his left front leg and turned his body in a sweeping motion to try and take Cynder's legs from under her. The dragoness was able to jump over him to avoid it.
When she landed, she moved to hit him, but he pushed away, landing on his paws again. Cynder didn't let up, following up on another attack with her claws, but Spyro was able to avoid the attack by inches. The dragon found an opening and attacked with his own claws, not seeing that Cynder had already prepared another strike.
Cynder caught Spyro on the jaw, the same moment he got her on the cheek. The pair paused, both from the slight pain, but mostly to find out who struck first.
Cynder couldn't help but giggle, "I didn't expect a tie so early."
"You were expecting a tie at all?" Spyro asked, taking a step back.
The black dragoness shrugged, "Anything could happen. You ready for another round, purple boy?" She held her signature, confident smile.
Spyro smiled back, admiring the dragoness before him, "Bring it!" he said, getting into his stance.
The dragoness crept forward, ready to pounce, "No mercy this time!"
The pair of dragons continued on for what felt like an eternity, landing decisive blows or simply outsmarting one another. At one point, Cynder was leading by four rounds, but then purple dragon was able to turn the tables and win them back. They seemed equal in terms of their physical combat abilities, neither really proving to be the dominate one. Cynder was still as competitive as ever, doing everything she could to win, as if it was an actual match. However, she could not deny how much fun it was, to see and feel Spyro's own fighting style rather than just watch from the stands of the arena. Spyro was having a great time, it reminded him of some lessons he had with the Guardians in the temple, but it felt different. T
It felt right.
Time went on, and the pair were in the ready positions, panting with a few scratches and bruises forming, not that either paid much mind to them. Both held smiles as they faced each other.
"What's the score now?" Cynder asked, have lost track a while ago.
"Oh, you lost track too?" the purple dragon replied, "I quit counting sometime after I was up by two. That win put me tied with you."
"What's wrong, purple boy?" Cynder quipped, "Getting tired?"
"You should look at yourself," he shot back playfully, "You look like you might fall over."
"One last round?"
"One last round to decide it all," the male confirmed, widening his stance.
The black dragoness was about to make a move, when it was Spyro that decided to go first. He brought out a claw, however, after the extended amount of fighting, it was sloppy. Cynder did not fair much either, she managed to dodge, but there was no grace like she usually had. The dragoness turned her body to give him a swipe of her tail, but Spyro was able to move out of its travel.
The pair turned to face each, but both had lost their footing. Cynder slid back, while Spyro fell forward. The black dragoness found herself on her back, with the purple dragon on top of her. Both let out quick groans of both exhaustion and slight pain.
He looked down at Cynder, "Sorry."
"It's fine."
Spyro chuckled, "I guess that's telling us to stop."
She replied with a smile, "Yeah, I guess you're right."
The purple dragon continued to look into her emerald eyes, for a moment, losing himself in their bright beauty. His heart began to beat faster under that gaze. Cynder found herself lost too; his eyes were kind and loving. Spyro found himself leaning close, Cynder not caring to avoid him. The dragon brushed his cheek against her own in a nuzzle, his eyes closing at the contact. Cynder sighed, enjoying the feeling more than she thought she would. She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch, a smile forming on her lips as she rubbed against him.
The pair moved apart, amethyst and emerald meeting again, Spyro could feel his cheeks burn at the realization at what he just did. Before he could voice an apology, Cynder leaned forward, pressing her nose against his. The feeling was comforting, and the dragons closed their eyes once more. They slowly moved their heads down, never loosing contact, until their foreheads were against each other. They held the position for several moments, enjoying the feeling, both physical and emotional, that it provided.
Spyro felt a sharp pain in his side, causing him the yelp and look to the source of the interruption. He found Cynder's tail blade against his side, poking him. He turned to the black dragoness, who held a sly smile.
"I win," she said.
Spyro smirked down at the dragoness below him, "Cheater." He chuckled when her response was her sticking her tongue out at him.
"This has been nice," she said, "but could you get off? Your heavier than you look."
Spyro pushed himself off of the dragoness, who rolled on her own four paws. She turned to the purple dragon with a smile.
"We should probably head back to the suite. You still owe me a lesson in cooking."
"Oh?" Spyro asked, a brow raised, "Now I owe you a lesson? After you dragged me along to check your standings and tricked me into training with you?"
Cynder giggled, "Okay, I'll admit on the first count, but tricking you? You knew what you got yourself into."
The pair walked out of the private training room, making their way back to the main entrance. When they saw Grace, she smiled as the pair walked up to her.
"I was wondering where you disappeared to."
"What do you mean?" Cynder asked, a little confused.
"Well, you two have been gone for about two hours."
The statement surprised the two, they did not realize that they were gone that long. The dragons exchanged surprised looks, making Grace laugh.
"It looks like you two enjoyed yourselves, though I would make sure to get some red gems," she said, noticing the scratches and bruises that were on the pair's bodies.
"I have some gems for us back home," the black dragoness replied. "We will be taking off now."
Grace nodded, "I'll be seeing you later Cynder." She turned her attention to the purple dragon, "And don't hesitate to come by."
Spyro smiled, "I'll think on it, thanks for having me."
"My pleasure."
It was a quick trip back to the suite. The pair landed on the roof of the building and walked to the the suite, undisturbed. Cynder took out her key and opened the door, with Spyro holding it open for her to enter first. On the table in the dining area were bags of what they assumed was from the list they had given earlier.
"Follow me for a second," Cynder said, making her way into her room, with the purple dragon in tow. Cynder opened a drawer and pulled out two red gems, tossing one to Spyro. "We should clear ourselves up," she said, smashing the gem, pieces of it flying into her body, healing the small wounds.
Spyro followed her example, saying, "So how about we take quick baths, then we can cook something for dinner."
The black dragoness smiled, "Sounds like a plan."
The pair each took bath to clean their scales from the workout they had done. They eventually met back up in the kitchen. Spyro had gotten there first, organizing the food that they had requested earlier. Cynder later walked into the kitchen, seeing that Spyro was frowning at the loaf of bread.
Cynder raised a brow, "What did that loaf do to you?"
Spyro looked up, smiling at her question, "Nothing, just… I was expecting what Kara uses, so I assumed that if I just said 'bread' it would magically be what she gets." This caused Cynder to giggled, something Spyro found himself loving more and more. "How about we do some lamb tonight? Are you ready to get started?"
"Yes, Master Chef Spyro," she replied with a smirk, this time making Spyro laugh.
"Alright then, let's get started," he turned to the stove, igniting it with a quick breath of fire. "Step one is the light the stove."
"Really?" Cynder asked sarcastically, "I would have never guessed."
Spyro smirked, motioning for Cynder to approach. The black dragoness obeyed, albeit slight confusion. The dragon lined up everything they needed on the counter, "Alright. You're going to cook."
"What?! Aren't you going to show me how?"
Spyro chuckled in response, "I think that doing it yourself is the best way to learn." He took note of Cynder's reluctant face, before adding, "Don't worry; I'll be right next to you, walking you through everything."
Her eyes locked with his, feeling the reassurance in them, making her smile, "Okay, so what do we do first?"
Spyro began with the simple tips; including ways to avoid burning a paw. To his embarrassment, he admitted to doing it once or twice, earning a giggle from the dragoness as she listened closely. Soon enough, they were cooking the meat, with Spyro monitoring Cynder's progress and giving instructions on when to turn over the meat or to add any extra ingredients like spices or sauces.
Cynder thought that cooking would be very difficult, but with Spyro's help, she found it relaxing. Although, part of it might be because the purple dragon was with her. She cut into the meat like she had saw Spyro had done before, peering into the lamb. Based on the color, it needed to cook a little longer. She glanced over at the purple dragon, who nodded with a smile.
After a few more minutes, she peered into the meat again, but this time she was having trouble figuring out if it was ready.
Spyro stepped forward, "Go ahead and finish cutting it."
The dragoness did so, finishing the cut, now the meat was in two pieces. Spyro stepped closer, standing next to the dragoness and looking at the cooking lamb.
"Looks good to me," he said with a smile. "Go ahead a move it over and I'll get started on the side dish."
"And what do you plan on cooking?" she asked, getting some small towels to safely grab the pan.
"You'll see," he replied, "And no peaking!"
Cynder rolled her emerald eyes, "Fine, I'll set the table until you're done."
The black dragoness proceeded to set everything up. The freshly cooked lamb was on the table, a towel over the pan to keep it warm. She grabbed two glasses for drinks, attempting to steal a look at Spyro's project, only for the dragon shift himself to block her view. Both laughed as they continued with their tasks.
Soon, everything was set up, along with the fire in the stove being put out. Cynder was seated at the table and Spyro was making his way over to her with a plate.
Spyro placed the plate on the table, "Here we are."
As Spyro took his seat, Cynder saw that the plate had a few slices of bread. However, it looked hardened and the bread was more yellow than before.
"Cheesy bread?" She asked, looking to the purple dragon.
"It's supposed to be cheesy garlic bread," he responded taking a slice, "But I don't know what kind of bread Kara uses, so I had to make due."
Cynder took a slice and bit into the bread. It was crispy, but she could easily taste the cheese and a hint of garlic. She smiled at the dragon after swallowing, "This is good."
"I hope so," he replied with a chuckling, eating the bread. "It came out better than I thought."
The dragoness looked at the lamb, taking a bit out of the meat. Something about the idea that she was the one that cooked it made it all the tastier for the dragoness.
Spyro had also began eating the meat, saying, "This is good, Cynder."
She smiled at him, "I had a great teacher."
The pair continued to eat in peace and small talk, both dragons were relaxed and enjoyed the others company. Even after the food and drinks were gone, the pair continued on with their conversations. Spyro enjoyed Cynder talking about the Fighter's League and how she planned on moving into the Dragon Realm Fighter's League. He learned that a committee determines if a champion is capable enough to advance, with the champion in question able to volunteer to remain in the current league. Cynder loved to listen to Spyro's talks about his sessions with the dual-element dragons. It gave her a few ideas on things to try in training to use in the League.
The pair eventually cleaned up, both working together to get everything cleaned and organized.
"That was great Cynder," Spyro said, "We'll make a fine chef out of you."
Cynder smiled at the complement, "Well, I have you to thank," she replied back, putting away the last cleaned dish.
The two now stood in the middle of the living room, their respective bedroom doors behind them. The atmosphere was warm as the two looked at each other.
"Thank you, for today. It was nice," the female said, taking a step forward.
"You're welcome. Thanks for letting me tag along, it was fun."
Cynder smiled, "Yeah, it was."
As Cynder grew lost in her thoughts as she gazed into the purple dragon's amethyst eyes. She could not remember the last time she was upset that a day was coming to an end. She wished for it to go on forever, and part of her wondered why. But she knew, her heart knew; it was the purple dragon before her. In fact, the joy and happiness she felt recently was all because of the handsome dragon in front of her.
The dragoness felt warmth in her cheeks at the last thought, but Spyro didn't seem to notice. He was lost in his own mind, thinking about recent events as well. He thought about how today was perfect, just the two of them enjoying themselves. Those kinds of moments have been increasing in number as his stay continued, and he loved it. His face reddened as he thought about the end of their little training session, how he mustered up the courage to nuzzle her, and how his heart leapt as she returned it. Could it mean something?
Unbeknownst to the two, their body's had moved closer, with their faces only inches apart. Spyro slowly leaned in, similar like how he had in their interview with Inside League. To both his surprise and joy, Cynder, rather than turning away, moved toward him as well. They paused only centimeters apart, able to feel each other's breath. The purple dragon took the leap, his eyes closed as he gently pressing his lips against hers. Cynder melted into the kiss, her eyes closing as she felt her body warm, a pleasant sigh escaping her.
As the kiss continued, the dragoness pushed into Spyro, deepening the kiss, with the purple dragon. He welcomed the gesture, but was slightly caught off guard at Cynder's tongue trying to find his. He allowed his mouth to open, and Cynder took the opportunity to push forward and their tongues began to dance.
The oral waltz had to come to an end when their lungs begged for oxygen, and the pair reluctantly pulled apart. Their gaze was fixated on each other, Cynder smiled as she noticed the blush on Spyro's face, she liked that sensitivity he had. Spyro found the feint redness in her own cheeks cute. Spyro wanted to say something, but nothing registered in both his body and mind.
The black dragoness leaned in, brushing her snout against his, with Spyro leaning into her touch. She pulled back, "Good night, Spyro."
The purple dragon smiled at the dragoness, "Good night, Cynder."
The two separated for the night, now in their beds and waited for the sleep to over taken them. Neither able to take their minds off of the other, and secretly thanking the ancestors for that moment.