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You stand at the mouth of the cave, lingering as you play with the hilt of a sheathed dagger you had strapped to your hip. Pushing your long side banges out of your face, you take a breath. You hoped he was home... and was okay. You call out into the cave. "...Spyro? It's Ani... are you in there?" ((+Animafandom))

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A soft growl echoed through the cavern. White eyes shone out on the darkness. “ƜӇƠ ƖƧ ƬӇЄƦЄ?" The grimdark dragon crouched in the depths so far back that only his bright eyes can be seen.

He received the mirror and nodded. “Well, its not dying per say…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I kind of… bleed into it? As my blood is magic, I can really do anything with my hair.”

You give a small gasp, your eyelids flaring a little in concern and surprise. You reach forward, clasping his hand to inspect for any injuries or cuts, your pale little hands dwarfed by his. But you hold it still looking up with worry. You had grown a little more accustom to magic due to a recent new friend and quite the literal drop in on your own planet.

+AF: You have to bleed onto it?! Does it hurt? 

You fret, worried. Magic or not, you didn’t want spyro getting hurt just for magic, regardless of what it could or couldn’t do You cared too much for that..

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You stand at the mouth of the cave, lingering as you play with the hilt of a sheathed dagger you had strapped to your hip. Pushing your long side banges out of your face, you take a breath. You hoped he was home... and was okay. You call out into the cave. "...Spyro? It's Ani... are you in there?" ((+Animafandom))

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A soft growl echoed through the cavern. White eyes shone out on the darkness. “ƜӇƠ ƖƧ ƬӇЄƦЄ?" The grimdark dragon crouched in the depths so far back that only his bright eyes can be seen.

Spyro nods. “Beautiful,” he mused, wings flapping at a slow pace to gently blow the clipped hair from Anima’s shoulders.

He then walked over to his treasure pile. searching through to find a hand mirror and returning to pass it to her as well. “The important thing is, what do you think of it. I can add some color if you like but I might have to give away the secret as to how I keep my hair looking the same all the time.”

You feel the familiar twinge of a slight blush small and warm, not burning but bright on your cheeks. Your hair ruffles at the slight stir of air, the strands dusting off your shoulders and twirling to the ground in little wisps. You watch him walk back into a darker part of the cave, your eyes now more adjusted to see the hoard.

A moment later, after tinkling laughter of metal and clatter of stone, he finds something he was looking for. A mirror, elegant and small like a maidens hand mirror. You accept it when it’s offered, looking it over. It was pretty, twisted handle and blue. Well crafted and regal… you didn’t fell like it’s beautiful design matched a plain girl like you, but you liked it. Delicately holding it up, you check your reflection. Your eyes widened a little turning your head to the side. It wasn’t what you had grown accustom to, but, it was good. It suited. It matched. It brought a bit of happy bubbles to your stomach. 

You look back to spyro as he talks, handing the dainty mirror back to him, you gape your mouth a little as he tells you of the hair, your blue eyes sparkling with some inner naivety you always seemed to keep.

+AF: You dye your hair?

You ask honestly curious. You had never thought about it before, his flame coloured hair always suiting him so you never even pondered.

Is it true that you've been in your cabin for weeks, because if thats the case i'm kicking that door down and dragging you out for a watermelon tea party

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+AF: … N-no…. I-I don’t know what you are talking about.

*you keep sucking in breathes, you really really hated flying, here’s to hoping that you never had to do anything like that again some time soon, after you actually calm down and get your breathing to a reasonable pace, you shoot her a glare, your pride hurt slightly but you suck it up, now was not the time to be a prideful little bot now was the time to try and cheer up your friend and having your ass handed to you was one such was apparently.

you snort, it was still kind of annoying, but hearing her laugh again was worth it you guess, after all its better than moping in a darkened room*

[]=- for something me and tale used to do when one of us was upset about something….

*you casually unleash another melon from your jacket modus and catch it in a single hand, forcing your self to not think upon the destiny of the melon you sacrificed to escape eating dirt*

[]=- watermelon tea party

You pull yourself up slowly, looking at him from the side with a curious brow, but ultimately you give a nod of understanding. You weren’t too self involved at the moment to see he hand’d put effort into this. And certainly, you hadn’t made it any easier. Your smile broadens a little as it shifts to the ground.

+AF: Thanks…

You curl your legs in, scooting closer to where he stood now holding a watermelon, freshly out of his sylladex which you were eighty percent sure was over half way packed with the fruit. It also reminded you that he hit you with one earlier, the poor thing rolling down the hill and probably smashing on the ground below somewhere. It wouldn’t go to waste though, the anima will enjoy it.

You turn your gaze up to his face, his hair still slightly disheveled from your tussle. You’re smile turns a little sympathetic, to a little worried. You really hope you hadn’t been to rough and hurt him. You mean healing is in your book, but you would prefer to not have inflicted any real pain.

+AF: So… how does a watermelon tea party work? I’ve never had one.

You stand at the mouth of the cave, lingering as you play with the hilt of a sheathed dagger you had strapped to your hip. Pushing your long side banges out of your face, you take a breath. You hoped he was home... and was okay. You call out into the cave. "...Spyro? It's Ani... are you in there?" ((+Animafandom))

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A soft growl echoed through the cavern. White eyes shone out on the darkness. “ƜӇƠ ƖƧ ƬӇЄƦЄ?" The grimdark dragon crouched in the depths so far back that only his bright eyes can be seen.

His scales return to their natural coloration as he takes a lock of hair between his fingers to measure. He’s quite quick in his work, given that he’s the one cutting his own hair to its ‘natural’ shape. He chooses a rather wild but controlled side part for Anima’s bangs, cutting them to show her personality.

The dragon takes a step back as he’s finished, flipping the blade to catch it in his hand, that sparkling magic blood of his edging the knife as he offers it back.

You don’t flinch from the blade. More brown strands of hair flutter to the ground in wisps. Your eyes trail a few strands down and when they leave your field of view your eyes focus to behind them, Spyro. You can’t help but study his face as he quickly cuts more from the front of your hair.

Before you know it though, he’s finished. He takes a step back, twirling the metal in his hand. You reach up, feeling your hair in all the new and freshly cut. The feel is soft, but unfamiliar in motion, your fingers expecting to carry longer than they did. You probably just end up pushing some of the bangs out of place in their usual unruly manor. You use your other hand to take back the offered blade, a small smile tinges your lips as you do.

+AF: Thank you…

+AF: Does it… look okay?

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+AF: … N-no…. I-I don’t know what you are talking about.

*the moment you felt her knees at your back you knew this maneuver was screwed, hell she had practically acrobat-ed her way around you so well you got stars in your eyes , you grunt as you feel the weight of gravity taking a hold of the both of you, you struggle against her weight, you grit your teeth there was only one way out of this no matter how much you hated it, still it was going to hurt any way, you snap your eyes shut and take a deep breath letting the power you usually ignore take a hold, the sudden stop as you both hang in the air supported by your flight as you unwrap your arms from her stomach, her arms slightly choking you but with a small amount of wriggling you manage to worm your way out with only some back pain, you float over to the comforter and land very quickly shaking slightly, yup flying was a bad idea*

[]=- i-i’m sorry sc-ale breath, i didn’t hear you

*you chuckle nervously as you get up, okay you were so out of practice, when you get back home you should really start beating up the giant robots again*

You had closed your eyes, waiting for the impact. But it never came. In fact, rather the opposite happened, your weight being lifted up, almost like floating. Almost. You open your blues curiously, still clinging to Meda, your face was inches from the ground but you weren’t falling. As meda let go of you you shifted to hold your weight up practically hanging off his neck and still half twisted. He squirms, and only after a second or two of pressure, you decide to let go, dropping the short distance to the ground on your back.

You do notice that the he’s still drifting slightly, towards your blanket actually where he drops like a stone. You don’t get up, giving just an amused puff of breath and rolling your eyes. You sprawled out your arms, turning your head to look at him as he got up. 

+AF: Probably because you were too busy losing. 

You laugh, a smile now lightly on your lips. You weren’t annoyed anymore. That was actually kinda fun. You hope you hadn’t hurt him too much. You take in a deep breath, letting yourself melt into the sound of the wind and the feel of the grass tickling your arms. You let the calm sounds wash over you, enjoying the warm day. After the laps you pipped up again.

+AF: Why did you bring me up here Meda?

You stand at the mouth of the cave, lingering as you play with the hilt of a sheathed dagger you had strapped to your hip. Pushing your long side banges out of your face, you take a breath. You hoped he was home... and was okay. You call out into the cave. "...Spyro? It's Ani... are you in there?" ((+Animafandom))

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A soft growl echoed through the cavern. White eyes shone out on the darkness. “ƜӇƠ ƖƧ ƬӇЄƦЄ?" The grimdark dragon crouched in the depths so far back that only his bright eyes can be seen.

Spyro nodded and walked around Anima, reaching up to grab hold of the ponytail, using the blade to cut the hair somewhat close, and then layer it down so it looked rather fluffy while staying short.

ƬӇЄ ƁƛƝƓƧ ƬƠƠ?" he asked, his original colors slowly returning to his scales.

You’re taken by surprise when he shows no hesitance, not even asking you to take a seat. Just one moment, there is a slight tug on your pony tail, and the next you know it’s familiar weight is gone. Your long hair was still bound together by the ribbon. You suppose it made sense, he was much taller than you anyways, there was no need for you to get lower. You suppose you were just… perhaps not expecting it to be as sudden, even if you had asked. You stay as still as you can as he fixes some odds and ends in the back.

You can feel the tickling of falling strands at the top of your turtle neck and on your cheeks. Your head feels so light. Lost in your thoughts, it takes you a moment to realize he’s asked another question about the still long front.

+AF: Oh… yes, I think, yes I would like that too.

You turn to face him, tilting your head up just the slightest amount so he can cut the front to length. You noticed the slight brightening to his scales with curiosity. 

You stand at the mouth of the cave, lingering as you play with the hilt of a sheathed dagger you had strapped to your hip. Pushing your long side banges out of your face, you take a breath. You hoped he was home... and was okay. You call out into the cave. "...Spyro? It's Ani... are you in there?" ((+Animafandom))

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A soft growl echoed through the cavern. White eyes shone out on the darkness. “ƜӇƠ ƖƧ ƬӇЄƦЄ?" The grimdark dragon crouched in the depths so far back that only his bright eyes can be seen.

The darkened dragonoid reached for the dagger, taking hold of the hilt and looking Anima in the eyes. “ƳƠƲ ӇƛƔЄ ƇƠMЄ ƛԼԼ ƬӇƖƧ ƜƛƳ ƑƠƦ MЄ ƬƠ ƇƲƬ ƳƠƲƦ ӇƛƖƦ? ƛԼƦƖƓӇƬ, ƧƖƝƇЄ ƳƠƲ ӇƛƔЄ ƛƧƘЄƊ MЄ, Ɩ ƧӇƛԼԼ.

The grimdark dragon studied the blade and then looked to Anima’s hair. “ӇƠƜ ƧӇƠƦƬ ƧӇƛԼԼ Ɩ ƇƲƬ ƖƬ?

As soon as he takes the dagger  you let your hands pull slowly back to yourself, gasping at your ponytail, twisting it’s end. When he kept your gaze, you found yourself shying from his, concentrating on the strands you twirled around your fingers. Though to his question you still respond, nodding a yes, that’s what you came here for… though, that maybe wasn’t all. You had also just… wanted to see him. You suppose it did seem silly… 

You glance up again as he examines your blade, hearing his question.

+AF: I … just want it different. Short I suppose. It is up to you. 

You answered, putting your trust into him for the matter.