Spyro and Cynder's expanding scenarios
In the bathing rays of the sun, a dragoness as black as the midnight sky, made her way across a field of vibrant green grass. Swaying in a slow dance, the grass licked at her legs, as if grasping for her attention, but this dragon's attention was elsewhere - her emerald eyes were focused on finding something.... or rather someone.
"Spyro?" Cynder called aloud, daintily making her way towards a moss-encased dragon statue.
He had just been there - standing at the far edge of the plateform the statue had been standing on, looking at her with those 'come hither' eyes. Or maybe they were his 'I've got some recent accomplishment I want to brag to you about' eyes. She couldn't tell. One thing was for certain though - she was going to find that purple lizard if it was the last thing she did. Today was about relaxing for the both of them, and to hell if they weren't going to do it together!
"Spyro?" Cynder called aloud, daintily making her way towards a moss-encased dragon statue.
He had just been there - standing at the far edge of the plateform the statue had been standing on, looking at her with those 'come hither' eyes. Or maybe they were his 'I've got some recent accomplishment I want to brag to you about' eyes. She couldn't tell. One thing was for certain though - she was going to find that purple lizard if it was the last thing she did. Today was about relaxing for the both of them, and to hell if they weren't going to do it together!