#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??❞