She was different from most dragons, especially considering Cynder came from an entirely different world herself and because of who she was, therefore so was Spike. It was from a dragoness, one by the name of Cynder. This described sensation is exactly what Spike was feeling as he stood up tall looking outside a mildly fancy hotel window, his claw on the glass as he seemed to be looking at something, however it was unclear as to what that was. What can be said when you have gotten everything you have been looking for? Perhaps that this is either not enough, not quite what you were seeking, or both.
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