The moment Samia mentioned artificial wings, Glacia went pale. 'Oh, no... that's... n.. not necessary,' she stuttered, her brain trying to think up excuses. 'Uh... I think I left the iron on at... uh...'

Incendia on the other hand... 'Yay!' He shouted joyfully, 'let's make my sister fly!'

'No, please, let's not,' she replied.

'Aww, come on sis... flying is so much fun.'

'I recall the last time you said that, you had tried to strap that exploding jet pack to my back.'

'But it worked fine,' Incendia complained. 'I put in on my back, and it worked!'

'It exploded in mid-air... you only survived because you're immune to fire, and extremely lucky.'

'Exactly! No... wait.'

Glacia turned to Samia. 'Not to sound rude, but no thanks. I know it's a weird thing for a dragon to say, but I prefer the comfort of the ground.'

'Glacia's afraid of heights,' Incendia said.

Glacia closed her eyes, and sighed. 'Thanks brother, tell the entire world while you're at it.'

'Okay!' He said, immediately turning and running off into the distance, much to the digress of his sister.

A minute or so later, there was a jingle on the local speaker system. 'Ahem, excuse me. Hi,' Incendia's voice sounded over the speakers. 'Hello, hey... just wanted to tell everyone that my sister, Glacia, is afraid of heights. Yeah, funny story... she was climing this tree because I dared her and then she slipped and... ooh. Hey, what's this button do-'

A pop tune started to play over the system. Another voice shouted in the background, 'hey, what do you think you're doing? Get out of there!'

'Oh oh, I've been caught orange handed! Prepare to eject!'

'Get out! Shoo! Let go of the microphone!'

'No, this is my microph... ph... microphu... the thing I'm speaking into, it's mine!'

'Let go!' The sounds of a struggle. 'Hey, that's my leg! Ow, my foot!'

CRASH!

'Someone grab him!'

'Ha ha, stole your wallet!'

Another voice. 'He's got my pants!' Then, the system went silent.

Glacia sighed, shaking her head at the nearby speaker. 'He won't be coming back for a while.' She turned to the two dragons, with a dark and determined look on her face. 'Let's find me some wings.'

'Nice work,' Glacia said to Ms. Swimmer. 'Thanks for the dramatic intervention, and life saving. Not to mention excellent timing, any longer and I might have turned blue... oh wait.' She brushed herself off. 'Any chance you need a dragon that spits ice?'

- - -

Incendia was quite happy to do a couple of somersaults in the air with the dragons victory over the Wyrvens. 'Ha ha, take that you funny flying things! None can match the power of Incendia, lord of darkness... no wait, that's not the right one. Incendia! Lord of pie! yes, that's the one... weeee!'

Then of course, for no real reason, he rushed over and hugged Spyro and Cinder. 'Go team dragons!' He shouted.

Incendia charged another Wyrvern, headbutting it with a strength that would flatter a battering ram. 'Ouch,' Incendia said, rubbing his head in mid-air, 'how do you guys do that? It really hurts!'

Glacia had reached the top of the stairs, where she proceeded to wipe away some sweat. 'Argh, I hate being covered in feathers sometimes,' she grumbled. A shadow loomed over her, and she peered aside to see another golem approaching.

She took in a deep breath, ready to give the creation something to think about in the form of below-zero temperatures. The golemn suddenly lashed out with arms that seemed to be attached to the elbows by chains. They shot out like rockets and latched onto Glacias neck. The blue dragon hadn't even tried to dodge, for she had not been expecting it.

She coughed for breath. 'Gah,' she choked, 'this... sucks.' She tried to take a deep breath, and let out a cry. 'HELP!'

'Oh he will,' Glacia said. 'For all his faults, he does honour his word... on occasion. Not sure what he could do with a bottle of perfume anyway.' She shuddered. 'Actually, I hate to think what he might try.'

'Pickles!' Incendia shouted from behind Glacia, which made the blue dragon jump. He had appeared behind her almost with the skill of a ninja... almost.

Glacia turned. 'Please stop doing that.'

'I have perfume!' Incendia held up a bottle.

Glacia leant in and read the label. 'Shark repelle-'

'Oops! Wrong one!' Incendia quickly switched bottles to the gold laced perfume.

'Very good, brother. And you actually didn't go and waste all of my money-'

'I also bought a bubble blower!' Incendia showed off the bottle of bubble blowing liquid. 'Bubbles!'

'Groan,' Glacia said loudly.

Incendia ignored his sister, and walked up to Dulcy. Almost immediently he went red in the cheeks again. 'here's your bottle of perfume stuff... miss Dulcy.' He held up the bottle to her, looking away, shy.

Incendia had also decided to grab some shark repellent, one never knew when it might come in handy. Of course, he had certainly not missed the gold perfume, for it was shiny and made of gold... two things which would easily grab the little orange dragons attention.

He took both up to the counter, which was (as always) taller than he was by at least a foot... and payed for them, leaving him with enough money for something else.

Glacia meanwhile continued to chat with Dulcy and Samia. 'So, while my brother is out doing his... stupid invention related stuff, I like to kick back and-' she looked around to see if anyone was looking, '-play video games. Oh my god, I am such a big nerd... and here I am always making fun of my brother and his inventive instinct, whilst I try to beat Gears of War 7. I also read books, Sci-Fi mostly. There was also a time when I played board games and such with passers by, that was before the Borderlands became a desert though... those were better times.'

She sighed. 'Anywho, what makes a dragon like yourself travel around with a hedgehog that you can't even find?'

'Oh hey, look at that!' Incendia said, looking up at the sign. 'Wow, you're really good at spotting stuff, I would never had seen that.'

Though that might have been because he had been searching in the trashcan, but at least he had found a perfectly good watch (and it worked!). 'Thank you maddam,' Incendia said to Tigress with a bow. 'I am in your debt and such.' With that, he headed into the shop to find the mysterious gold perfume of mystery.

Gold Perfume Here -->, said a sign that pointed to a stacked pile of the stuff just inside the store. 'Aww,' Incendia moaned. 'Nothing's an adventure anymore. Ooh, I wonder if they sell shark repellant here...'

'Water droplet? Hah, that's a nice way of putting it,' Glacia laughed.

'Anywho... the last match,' she continued, 'that's good to hear. One win and one loss, so it could go either way for me. Though, to be honest, if I lose I will never hear the end of it from my brother... even though he couldn't play tennis to save his life.'

Incendia's head popped out of a trashcan, close to where Dixie was standing. 'Hello there, I'm looking for a perfume store,' he said, the sign for the perfume store just above and behind his head.

Following the other dragons was surprisingly easy for Incendia. It wasn't the first time he had experienced formation flying... back in his home on the Borderlands he would often tage along with the Griffons that would sometimes fly across the desert. He liked Griffons, they were fluffy... and they didn't hit him over the head with blunt objects like his sister did. He could talk to them all day if he wanted to, they were great listeners, plus the obvious bonus of giving him some flying practic-

'Wyrverns! Dead ahead!' He heard the cry, and without even thinking he shot out a bolt of white hot flame from his mouth. Whether an act of instinct, or purely by surprise... Incendia did not know. All he did know was that the poor creature who caught the blast in the face was melted away to bone almost instantly. The Wyrvern continued to head for him, and Incendia twisted in the air to dodge the flying body. The move sent him spiraling out of his position with the other dragons, and straight towards a building.

'Weeee!' He shouted, pulling his wings out and wide in order to gain height as the tip of a roof antenna missed him by an inch.

He rejoined the others in a lull in fighting. 'Woo, that was close. Kind of like this time I was trying to outrun this train... and I realised I could just walk off the track. I felt sooo silly. Is it getting wet, or is it just-'

He checked his right wings shoulder, which was bleeding from a deep cut. It seemed he hadn't missed the antenna as much as he had liked. 'Oh,' he said to himself. 'That's not good.'

Pretty much everything in Australia, even down where I live there's stuff that wants to eat your soul. We have Snakes, Tassie Devils, Spiders, Very Big Ants (Jack Jumpers), Ticks, Leaches, Mosquitoes, Feral Cats, Feral Children, more Snakes, and Possums... I hate Possums.

Incendia bounced at the question he was asked. 'Oh, I've invented so many things...'

'He has,' Glacia added with a sigh.

'...I have a whole room filled with things I have made.'

'He does,' Glacia added. 'It was also my bedroom once. I sleep on a couch now.'

'I wish I could show you, missus Dulcy,' Incendia continued, 'but all my stuff is stuck at our house and we can't get there at the moment because we... uh...'

'Go on,' Glacia said, tapping her foot.

'Well... um... I made this time traveling through space thingy.'

'Which is a toaster,' Glacia added, again. 'Which is how we got here. Of course, now it's broken and we can't get back. Great invention, huh?'

'I thought it was pretty good,' Incendia said, looking mildly insulted. 'It could make reaaal good toasties. I like toast!'

Glacia nodded in agreement. 'Yeah, true... but it helps when your attempt to have breakfast doesn't result in being thrown back into the Jurassic period.'

'I like Spielberg!'

Glacia groaned.

Incendia continued, ignoring his sister. 'Hey, I also made a bunch of other stuff, too! I made a jetpack...'

'Which exploded,' Glacia said.

'...and a refridg... refri... frid... the thing you put food in, I made one of those! It shooted ice.'

'Which exploded. The ice, I mean.'

'I made a giant lawn mower, too!'

'Even though we don't have a lawn.'

'I also built a robot...'

'Which then escaped, and tried to kill that poor lady, Sarah Connor or whatever her name was...'

'Oh yeah. Well, I did try to stop him.'

'Yelling "bad robot! bad!" and spraying it with a water bottle isn't very effective.'

'Ooh, I made a soda machine, too! It had a force field!'

Glacia groaned once more. 'We could be going for a while.'