Do enjoy. Plan on not to flame, since all of them will be shot at Moneybags instead.
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With a sigh, Ember's eyelids drooped as she looked at her reflection in the water well. All she needed at the moment was peace, and boy, did she get it. There was not a dragon or yellow bull in sight. There were quite a few sheep, but whenever they drew near the pink dragoness, they usually frolicked back to their herd, never to bother her again. Ember dipped her muzzle down, taking a short lap of the dark water into her mouth by the using her dependable and long tongue. The water rippled heavily afterwards once the she-dragon lifted her head away from the shimmering liquid, smiling to herself. The starlight poured over the grassy hills, illuminating all shades of forests and fortresses. It eventually came to the female dragon and the brick well, gleaming beautifully.
Ember lifted her gaze to the sky, and her eyes sparkled like a pair of cerulean sapphires. Never did she encounter such a night of serenity. It was far from the homeworld of the Artisans, but as she found herself growing older and wiser, she didn't seem to want to drag herself to them. Most of the elders and eldesses usually talked about the olden days, anyway. That or the middle-aged dragons getting a little tippy under the influence of Nevlin's homemade wine. She enjoyed the little moments and started to live life freely as she pleased, like now. But little did Ember know that another dragon came closer and closer, the figure spreading his golden and red wings, as if to take her captive.
"What in the world are you doing here instead of the blast of a costume party?" spoke up a free-spirited voice.
Gasping, Ember whirled around to find the most familiar purple dragon in all of the dragon realms. She pressed a paw to her chest and exhaled a breath, closing her eyes. A hot red blush streaked across her snout as she sighed heavily. Now she finally had a friend to share the night with. Ember opened her eyes, her sapphire orbs gazing lovingly into a pair of droopy amethyst ones. Spyro clanked off his helmet, using the help from his trusty two horns and shook it off impatiently. He walked over to Ember, smiling his lovesick smile whenever he saw her face. He joined her by the water well, and he nuzzled her snout with his. The pink dragoness pecked her mate on the cheek before replying.
"Admiring the view from afar," replied Ember, looking back up at the starry sky. Spyro's tail intertwined with hers as he stared at the night sky as well.
"While drinking from this dirty helping of water?" he teased. Ember blushed.
"Oh, Spyro… You know that I'm not much of a fancy-doer anymore. Besides," said the pink dragon, "I really like it here. The atmosphere here in Stone Hill… it completes me." She trailed off, glancing down at a patch of spring grass. "Well, most of it, anyway."
The purple dragon grinned and nestled his soon-to-be mate lovingly under her chin, caressing her violet crest with his muzzle. Ember felt her cheeks grow hot again as the male dragon moved his snout toward her lips, eyes drooping shut. Ember roared lightly, and tried to keep her wings under control. Spyro on the other hand, didn't mind at all. He kissed the tip of his ladylove's chin, as if she was tickled by a cockatrice's feather from her top spine to tail. He closed in and kissed her cheek dotingly before swooping down to graze her lips.
"Do I complete you?"
Ember only grinned at her love's question. Spyro wriggled his eyebrows and went forward. "I consider that as a yes then, my dear Ember."
He closed the gap between them and sealed his beloved's lips with a kiss of heavenly enchantment.
Thank you so much! There may be more, but I have to brainstorm for another idea first.
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