Romance in the Skylands

Race

Flying. One of Spyro's favorite activities. It allows him to cool off, in a physical and metaphorical way, and clear his head. He wanted nothing more than to share this with someone else who could fly. Someone who was as talented at flying as he was. Someone to be with and admire his skills. Someone to swoon over him. Someone to love. Maybe Cynder... He shook his head vigorously. Where did that come from? He thought. Maybe I want something like that deep down... he sighed. He dove straight through a cloud, and emerged wet and still diving. He waited to open his wings till the very last moment before he hit the ground, and ascended again. That was his favorite trick to do, for it filled him with the thrill and adrenaline rushes he came to live off of. The dorms were awake, but filling, upon his arrival. Everyone clambered to get inside and go to bed. Well, not everyone, just the cadets. Exams tomorrow ya' know? He chuckled to himself.

"Yo Spyro." someone said from behind.

"Gah!" he jumped.

"Cynder! Don't do that! You scared the hell outta me!" Spyro hissed, faintly flushing.

"Geez, sorry ya' fat wimp." Cynder teased. "Nice flyin' by the way." she brushed past.

"Oh, you saw?" Spyro said, pride swelling in his chest.

"Yeah. Everything. You're good...." she turned, a grin growing on her face. "But..."

"But...?" he replied, intrigued.

"Can ya' beat me?" She crouched in a playful pose, her tail wagging like a dogs.

"Come on Cyn, it's late...." he pretended to ignore the sparkle in her teal eyes. What the heck? He thought. Why are her eyes so glimmery?

"Are you 'fraid i'm gonna beat you?" She teased, raising a paw to her snout. Fully grinning now.

"What? No." he said furrowing his brows. Looking away Why does she look so pretty in the moonlight? I'm going crazy.

"Then race me! I'll wager a bet..." she sing-songed. Fliping her tail under his chin.

What is this? Seduction?

"Fine. What are your terms?" his tone reluctant and slightly huffy.

"I'll let ya' kiss me if ya' win..." she said her face within an inch of his her, eyes half-closed and blushing.

Definitley flirting.

"You're on." he blushed, a smile on his face.

~After Spyro totally smoked Cyder in the race~

"Did you do that on purpose?" Spyro wheezed out of breath. Cynder snaked up to him and looked him dead in the eyes.

"Maybe." she said coyly. Their snouts getting closer and closer.

"Your so bad." he said taking a talon and propping it under her chin, bringing her lips to his. They kissed and held it for a moment, letting the magic seep in.

"I love you." Cynder said softly.

"Well then... I love you too." Spyro cooed and hugged his wings around her. 

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I know this one is shorter, I am sorry for that   >o<  Thank you for reading anyways!