Spyro laid out in the grass, sunbathing. His wings were spread upon the ground. It was perfect contentment. He didn't feel like moving much today; and sunbathing sounded much better than flying around or going after Sparks.
"Can't we do something Spyro?" Said Sparks.
"No. We are staying in Avalar to relax. When have we ever really got a vacation?" Spyro looked at him.
"I don't know."
