It was somewhere in the midday houers when Spyro and Cynder was ready to go on their mission. They where all gatherd buy the temples front gate, ready to go on their qeust, but they where delayed by Ember, who claimed that she had a few things to go over in her first-aid kit.
"Gee, what's taking lala-girl so long?" Sparx said, resting himself on Spyro's head. They have been waiting atleast a half houer for the pink dragoness. "Ember just likes to sometimes take her sweet little time, that's all," Flame said in defence,"she don't mean to stall everyone, mate."
Cynder frowned. "Well, she has been stalling us enough," she said angrely. With that said, Cynder marched back inside, ignoring Spyro's futal ettempt to stop her.
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Cynder got to Ember's room and barged in. "O, do you need something, dear?" Ember said, closing her medi-kit. "I came to see how far you where," Cynder said, trying her best not to sound too unkindly. "I just finsished, dear," Ember said cheery, throwing her backpack over her shoulders and on to her back.
She swang her hips as she walked past Cynder, showing as much of her glorious ass as possible. Cynder growled softly. 'She has quite the little attetude,' the black dragoness thought in dusgust.
She was about to leave the room aswell, but something catched Cynder's eye. It was a bottle, filled with strange orange liquid. Curiousity getting the best of her, Cynder went over to the bottle on the shelve.
She took the bottle and investigated it. It had a labell intitled 'Growth' on it. Cynder removed the corck and sniffed it. It had a rich sweet smell to it, almost like flowers.
More curiousity took hold of her. She wanted to drink it. But did she?