Cynder knew it was wrong to scream; screaming wasted time, and not even a purple dragon could make time wait. Well, maybe he could perform Dragon Time. Unfortunately, the boulder had something to say about that. Which in turn preluded a scream from Cynder.
Life's one big vicious cycle, right?
Not bothering to think out the situation, Cynder sprang forward into the crescendo of cascading rubble, her dominion over wind clearing a path to Spyro. With the same wind now powering her race to save him, the distance between the two quickly diminished. Mouth ajar, brow furrowing from the effort, Cynder threw the oversized pebble away from her friend. With Spyro now in freefall, however, she could not risk piling wind currents into incoming boulders; he was more likely to end up flattened that way. Snatching the purple dragon into her paws, she realized that the only way out of the airborne minefield was to shadow walk. Whether passenger mode was enabled didn't matter, the other option considered. Attempting to lower herself under the shadows of boulders, Cynder lowered Spyro's tail into the shaded ground and watched it merge with the earth into a black smudge. Breathing deeply, she descended into the larger pool of shadow and guided it back to the safety of the ledge she left to save Spyro. Bursting from the rocky ground, Cynder laid Spyro down on the softest earth she could find and collapsed next to him, drained by her shadow walk. Briefly looking over the burns that Spyro had received, sleep quickly took a hold of her.
Spyro scraped his claws over the charred scales on his chest, flicking away the ash that covered his paw. He guessed the pain would come when his nerve endings regrew. Something to look forward to. Cynder hadn't woken up yet, but Spyro knew she wouldn't take these burns lightly. She was already stirring in her sleep, which didn't give him long. Not wanting to stress her out, the purple dragon flew out in search of food. Obviously the volcano would hold nothing, so he took the opposite direction to an adjacent mountain. Landing on a small grass patch, Spyro traversed its features until he found a lone deer. Elements would likely forewarn it with the accompanying noise, so he rose onto his heels, claws pointed up, and padded silently towards it. It struggled momentarily, then fell limp as Spyro retrieved his claws from its neck.
Touching down on Cynder's platform, he dropped the carcass. "Cynder, I got some food!" He span, waiting for the dragoness to appear.
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