Cynders strange craving

Cynder was flying above Warfang, her mate Spyro close by, gracefully spinning around her performing the dragonic courtship ritual for her.
  “Spyro, what are you doing, we’re already mates?” Cynder asked playfully. Spyro didn’t respond, he didn’t even acknowledge her, he just continued his dance. “Okay Spyro cut it out already.” She said annoyed. Then he sped up and flew ahead of her; she tried to keep up but no matter how fast she went she just couldn’t, he just seemed to be going way too fast for her. “Spyro, wait for me.” She panted. He soon sped out of sight.
   Suddenly a giant egg fell from the sky and landed directly in front of her, she nearly crashed into it. She landed and sat there staring at the mysterious grey object.  Where could this have come from? She wondered to herself.
  As she stared she smelt the very aromatic scent of fish, pickles, and vanilla ice cream. The scent made her stomach churn, but strangely made her hungry at the same time.

   Cynder shot up from her dream and spewed chunks of the previous night’s dinner. Spyro, who was sleeping next to her, woke with a start. “Cynder, are you alright?” He asked worriedly.
  Cynder spat the bitter taste from her mouth then said. “I’m pregnant.” Spyro’s eyes grew wide with excitement. “And now I want fish, pickles, and ice cream.” She announced as she felt another churning in her stomach.

   THE END