This is stupid... Why on Earth would he still be here anyways? *Danny flew across the strange world that Spyro inhabited, his flaming black hair moving with the wind* I haven't seen him in months anyways. I guess..* he sighs to himself, putting a hand to his head* I guess I'm just nostalgic for old times... Spyro? Helloooo??
The violet dragon dropped out of the sky from his perch on one of the many crystals jutting out on his world, landing roughly behind the spectral Fandom. As he was in his full dragon shape, he couldn’t speak the right language to be understood by the humanoid, so he just stood there, sizing Danny up.
*Danny flinched as he heard and felt the dragon landing behind him, turning around quickly. His eyes widened, hair flaring up for a second like a fleck of  oil had fallen onto a campfire*
S-sPyro?
*he mumbled, surprised*
It’s, uh, it’s me, Danny.
The Dragon tilted his head before slowly climbing down the crystal. He moved close to inspect Danny, nostrils flaring. His tail lashed against the grass in frustration, something didn't fit right in his memory here.
He slowly slipped into his humanoid form, wings flaring in nervousness.
"Danny? What's happened? You don't usually visit."















