Does Ember teach Spike how to be a dragon? He most like got those instincts but it would be good that he learned how to be better at whatever.
Spike wasn't sure how long he and Ember had been together, alone, getting to know one another. They spent most of their day's talking, learning about one another, it was... it was a trippy experience. Never had he ever had this much conversation time with someone. Not even with Twilight... it was strange, even more so because he'd felt a natural affinity with her.
LIke they were two halves of the same coin.
Which, she'd explained to him was due to their relation. He had been skeptical at first, but the more time he spent with her, the more he felt like he was in the presence of family. Similar to Twilight, Similar to his mother, but different. Different in another way.
He'd learned a lot, and realized that he was so different from even other dragons... and that frightened him.
"Most other dragons are quite crude... you're not..." Ember gave Spike a one over. He was different than any of their kin... he had too much pony in him. And had he been any other Dragon she may have simply left him to it... but that sense of longing, of finally finding the kinship she'd been missing with her own flesh and blood...
She couldn't simply allow him to go to fall victim to the same tropes. There was something refreshing about having a kind hearted younger brother... not that all dragons were mean or cruel... but... she quite liked the cute attitude that Spike had. Again, had he been another dragon she would have ignored it, but he was her younger sibling and having a cute adorable little sibling did things to her heart she didn't quite understand.
"Still." She gently rubbed his shoulders, "You're lack wings."
"Wings? I'm going to have Wings?!"
"You should, but... I wonder iff you've had a stunted growth... do you not collect?"
Spike grimaced... "I... I did once... in Canterlot it... it didn't go well."
"Ah, you weren't able to control it I see... most of the time, we're forced to keep it controlled... though there is nothing wrong with not hoarding. I don't do it much myself..." Ember supposed she was quite an oddball herself.
Still... her heart ached, remembering the story of what he went through... "I'm sorry. That you had to go through all of that..."
"You're mates turning your back on you... must have been horrible."
"Mates?! No no1 They weren't... they weren't my mates?"
She found that hard to believe, with the way that Spike had described two of the ponies, she'd assumed that there was a relation between them... though perhaps it was her latent older sibling instincts coming into play, but knowing her little brother was not the plaything of an older woman was for the best. Though Spike was an adult by pony standards, that didn't make her any more comfortable with the thought.
"I realize it may be hard, but I'm sure that, if they are you describe, they will come to forgive youf or the destruction."
"I just... I'm scared... I did a lot of damage and... I saw the looks..."
She nodded, "Most other creatures tend to fear us... it's a natural instinct."
"I don't know if I'll ever go back... I don't know if they'll want me."
Spike was doing it again, he was being a downer... he knew he shou- he felt strong arms pull him into a warm hug, wrapping around him and holding him tight. "Little brother, your fears are unwarranted, I know not much about these Ponies... but if they were as important to you as you say, I'm sure that time will heal all wounds."
Spike found himself nuzzling into her bosom. It felt nice, having someone he could put his heart into.
He knew, he had a lot to learn about being a dragon, but he also knew she would willingly help.