//------------------------------// // Reflections - TheMessenger // Story: SpikeDash Group Collab // by Vexy //------------------------------// The two dragons sat facing one another, their identical emerald eyes never blinking. For awhile, the two simply sat in silence, staring at the other, waiting for the other to speak. One dragon finally shifted uneasily under the gaze of the other, whom grinned triumphantly. "Tell me," he said softly. "What do you see?" "I see a dragon," the dragon answered. "He has purple scales and green eyes." "What else?" "He has green spikes sticking out of his head. They run down his back and his tail." "What else?" "Well… he has a long tail and a decent sized snout." The dragon thought for a moment. "He's pretty short, for a dragon, anyway." "What else?" The dragon grinned. "He's a handsome devil, if I say so myself." The other dragon chuckled. "Indeed. But what else?" The dragon began to frown now. "What more is there to say?" he asked, folding his arms over his chest. The other dragon mimicked him. "Tell me about his claws." He lifted an appendage, closing it into a fist then opening it. "What can you tell me about his claws?" "Well, they're purple, have some pretty pointy ends, really useful for holding stuff…" "And for grabbing stuff, I'd imagine." The dragon's eyes narrowed. "Those claws are nimble, really skilled," he continued. "They can hold a quill, write wonderful stories, record important days. They can be used to catch balls or pick apples or turn the pages of a good book. They can hold ice cream cones, peel oranges, crack walnuts…" "Can they crack a pony's skull?" The dragon became silent. "Tell me about his teeth," the other dragon commanded. He smiled wickedly, displaying rows of fangs. "What are his teeth like?" "They're white, like pearls. He has a wonderful smile," the dragon answered. "He brushes them daily. Well, he tries to anyways. They're perfect for chewing through all kinds of foods, from sapphires and diamonds to apple pies and ice cream sundaes and muffins." "Are they any good at tearing through flesh and marrow?" The other dragon's grin grew wider. "Tell me about his fire, what is the fire that he breathes like?" "The flames he breathes are green, with golden sparks," the dragon explained. "They're used for transporting letters to and from Princess Celestia. They're used for lighting campfires and cooking fires and for roasting marshmallows. They can melt giant icebergs falling from the sky." The dragon smiled. "They make me useful." "They've also been used to burn precious books. I wonder what else can they burn. A house, perhaps? What about a farm? A town? A pony?" The other dragon sighed. "Look around him now. Who do you see around him? Is there anyone around him?" "…No," the dragon muttered, lowering his head. "He is alone." The other dragon shook his head. "Very well. Now, close your eyes. What do you see?" "Nothing, I see nothing." "Open your eyes. Is he still alone?" "No," the dragon said. "I see a mare approaching his side." The other dragon smiled. "Tell me about her." "She's blue, bright blue, with these bright red fiery eyes." "What else? "Her mane is so colorful, like a rainbow. It's ruffled and messy and short, as if she's never owned a brush before. Her tail is similar, but long." "What else? "She has these two unbelievably majestic wings, with incredibly soft feathers. She's an amazing flier, the best out there." "Does he deserve her?" the other dragon asked, tilting his head to the side. "No, I don't think he does," the dragon admitted, rubbing the back of his head. "But she still stands by his side." The other dragon chuckled. "Well, I suppose it doesn't matter. Close your eyes." The dragon closed his eyes. "Geez, Spike, how long are you planning to stand in front the mirror?" Rainbow Dash asked, nudging him in the side. Spike laughed. He poked her back playfully and stared once more at the purple dragon and the blue pegasus in the mirror. "Looking good Spike," he said, "looking real good."