[A - (Gekronus Maius) Pantalones Giganticus] Spyro took one look at the pair of slacks he was supplied with and luckily wasn’t actually wearing them by the time it exploded in size like everyone else’s lower garments. He also thought better than to attempt waddling around in them. They weren’t exactly part of a dragon’s wardrobe… whenever an individual bothered to keep one that is.
He speaks aloud to no one in particular, but definitely within earshot of anyone passing by willing to stop and answer- “Do you think I’ll finally get a pass this time in Etiquette for not wearing pants?”
[B - (Aer et Calculum) Labwork] The young dragon took a deep breath before striding up to the front. Nothing to it for this demonstration, just saying the right word while pointing at it, then hoping things turn out well.
“One rock turned into bread, coming right up! … Can I eat it if it turns out the way it should?”
A pointed look from the instructor tells Spyro that he really shouldn’t stall this moment for much longer and be his own guest if he dares the risk. So the dragon stands, then gestures with his claw with what was maybe the right manner? Along with the name of the spell that... maybe he wrapped his tongue around correctly?
Except nope. Instead of the tantalizing smell of freshly baked bread, the air is treated to the stench of burnt rubber and the rock looks more like a lump of ground beef now. Ew.
Spyro | Spyro - The Reignited Trilogy
Spyro took one look at the pair of slacks he was supplied with and luckily wasn’t actually wearing them by the time it exploded in size like everyone else’s lower garments. He also thought better than to attempt waddling around in them. They weren’t exactly part of a dragon’s wardrobe… whenever an individual bothered to keep one that is.
He speaks aloud to no one in particular, but definitely within earshot of anyone passing by willing to stop and answer- “Do you think I’ll finally get a pass this time in Etiquette for not wearing pants?”
[B - (Aer et Calculum) Labwork]
The young dragon took a deep breath before striding up to the front. Nothing to it for this demonstration, just saying the right word while pointing at it, then hoping things turn out well.
“One rock turned into bread, coming right up! … Can I eat it if it turns out the way it should?”
A pointed look from the instructor tells Spyro that he really shouldn’t stall this moment for much longer and be his own guest if he dares the risk. So the dragon stands, then gestures with his claw with what was maybe the right manner? Along with the name of the spell that... maybe he wrapped his tongue around correctly?
Except nope. Instead of the tantalizing smell of freshly baked bread, the air is treated to the stench of burnt rubber and the rock looks more like a lump of ground beef now. Ew.
[C - Wildcard?]
[Hit me with anything!]