{ohcynder}
Lidded eyes are alight with the the blanket of stars above. the lush grass of Avalar’s earth underfoot, blades tickling between his toes. The thrum of a distant waterfall roars some distance away, and Sparx, save for the buzz of his wings, is thankfully silent. A plume of smoke billows from what is presumably a fire pit in within the walls of the cheetah clan across the valley.
Lax muscles go taut, the inner machinations of the prophesied purple dragon proving to be quit haunting. A quiet inhale details Spyro’s reticent peril, and it is with a great sudden weariness he turns his eyes towards his companion.
` ❝Cynder? Are you AFRAID??❞