He didn't remember.
How could he not remember?!
And I thought he had - I had transformed back for him.
Without clothes. Every time I transform, I 'outgrow' my clothes and they are ripped to shreds. I suppose I'd forgotten about that.
The normal human was mumbling unintelligible words, eyes as big as saucers.
"Stop staring," I hissed.
He blinked, turning away sharply.
I turned to Spyro, "I am Cynder. Otherwise known as Taylor White. Why can't you remember?"
It was more a rhetorical question than anything else.
Spyro's human eyes trailed over my exposed flesh, "Remember what?" He murmured.
"Stay on task," I told him gently.
His eyes moved to mine, "Sorry,"
I moved closer to him, placing my hands on either side of his face, "Spyro. Your name is Spyro,"
He frowned, "It is?"
"Dude, just say 'yeah' and make out with her," His friend called.
I growled low in my throat.
"Eep!" The human gasped, his shoulders going rigid.
"Don't listen to Dave. He's an idiot," Human Spyro rolled his eyes, exasperated.
"Sparx," I murmured, remembering our dear dragonfly friend we left behind in our world....
"What?" Spyro raised an eyebrow.
"What do you call yourself?" I pulled away from him, making my way to where I kept my spare clothes.
"Ross," He stuffed his hands in his pockets, staring at the broken skylight.
I slipped on a black shirt which hung to my thighs. I tied a red sash around my waist, topping the look with a ragged ebony cloak. No pants.
"Tell me, Ross," I stepped into the light, holding up my knife for him to see, "What does this symbol mean?"
I tapped the symbol for 'dragon' with my nail.
"Dragon," He said immediately.
"How did you know that?" Maybe...just maybe....
I slipped the knife into the knot of my sash at my hip.
"You know because you are not of this world. You are a dragon,"
Ross looked doubtful.
"Can I turn around yet?!" Dave called, shuffling his feet.
"Yes, idiotic human!"
He spun round, jaw dropping, "Woah. Awesome clothes,"
I glared at him, turning my attention back to Spyro...Ross....
"Fine. If you do not believe you are a dragon, then live your life as a human. What do I care..."
I walked swiftly away.
"Wait! I have dreams of flying!"
"And of a purple dragon,"
Oh my Ancestors...
I looked over my shoulder at his pleading face.
Smiling, I beckoned him with my hand, "Come with me,"