Tourmaline!!! Amani!!! Erosaf!!!

He flew into the place that had been his birthplace, huge black and gold wings carrying him effortlessly down to where Tourmaline and the others were. He neighed as he did, and Erosaf, his beloved mother raised her head to neigh in reply.

He touched down and smiled.

“It's good to see you have your wings, my son,” she said, smiling at him.

“Not only that, but my foresight and mind reading skills are back as well,” Spyro replied. “And I have to talk with you and father.”

He walked straight over to Tourmaline though, glad to see her again.

((bump))